Another dreamer steps onto the stage
 He sings his hope and his fear and his rage
 As the applause from the crowd start to fade
 He hears them swallow the key to his cage

 [bad word] to the machine
 It's a currency generator
 And then it's a guillotine
 mirror held up to your own behavior
 I'm gonna take my bow
 And disappear into the sound
 I'm leaving my cage on the ground
 When I take my bow
 I'm watching it burn to the ground
 See my feet flying up through the clouds

 The dreamer dances inside of his cage
 All his music and words are the same
 But in the moment he exits the stage
 You hear him whisper a prayer for the flames

 [bad word] to the machine
 It's a currency generator
 And then it's a guillotine
 mirror held up to your own behavior
 I'm gonna take my bow
 And disappear into the sound
 I'm leaving my cage on the ground
 When I take my bow
 I'm watching it burn to the ground
 See my feet flying up through the clouds

 When they distinguish your name
 It may extinguish your flame
 I'm gonna take my bow
 And disappear into the sound
 I'm leaving my cage on the ground
 When I take my bow
 I'm watching it burn to the ground
 See my feet flying up through the clouds

 One day distinguish your name (I'm leaving my cage on the ground)
 It may extinguish your flame (I'm leaving my cage on the ground)

 So trade those ashes for a crown