he says he looks in the mirror 
and he can't tell anymore 
who he really is and who they believe him to be 
and he says he walks a thin line 
between what is and what could be 
and he's getting closer 
to something he can't understand 

cause there's a crack in his plastic crown 
and his throne of ice is melting 
he climbed his ladder 
there was nothing there 
now it's a long way down 

cause on and on and on he goes 
dancing on the grave 
of what he thought was still alive 
and on and on and on he goes 
dancing in mansions made of twigs 
and castles made of sand 

he says his head is filled with 
cartoons and fairy tales 
and he's trapped inside a dungeon of dolls 
with smiles on their faces 
he's built a pretty cage 
his show's on a beautiful stage 
with candy coated prison bars 
and chains that look like jewelry 

cause there's a crack in his plastic crown 
and his throne of ice is melting 
he climbed his ladder 
there was nothing there 
now it's a long way down 

cause on and on and on he goes 
dancing on the grave 
of what he thought was still alive 
and on and on and on he goes 
dancing in mansions made of twigs 
and castles made of sand 

cause he lives inside 
of fairy tales and castles now 
and there's room inside 
for false expectations and illusions 

there's a crack in his plastic crown 
and his throne of ice is melting 
he climbed his ladder 
there was nothing there 
now it's a long way down 
it's a long way down 

on and on and on he goes 
dancing on the grave 
of what he thought was still alive 
hey on and on and on he goes 
dancing in mansions made twigs 
and castles made of sand 

cause on and on and on he goes 
dancing on the grave 
of what he thought was still alive 
and on and on and on he goes 
dancing in mansions made of twigs 
and castles made of sand 

cause on and on and on he goes 
dancing on the grave 
(on and on and on he goes) of what he thought was still alive 
and on and on and on he goes 
dancing in mansions made of twigs 
and castles made of sand