Gypsies on the run
From the land of trees
Leaves
Begging for more imagery
Narcissism on the rise
Filler of the hive mind
Wishing for variety
Had all the fun
Now you see you're free
Please
Chains for all that be
Heart beats to the drum
Close to the sun
Stunned
Fell back to the sea
Too little too late
You couldn't escape
It got to your head
So you think you had
So you think you had
So you think you had
Pretty big plans
Pretty big plans
Now you got it bad
Now you got it bad
Now you got it bad
You had it in your hands
No question the cause
Seek what you sought
Nah
You were a prodigy
All the flashing lights
Triggered the fight or flight
From a harsh reality
Too little too late
You couldn't escape
It got to your head
So you think you had
So you think you had
So you think you had
Pretty big plans
Pretty big plans
Now you got it bad
Now you got it bad
Now you got it bad
You had it in your hands
So you think you had
So you think you had
So you think you had
Pretty big plans
Pretty big plans
Now you got it bad
Now you got it bad
Now you got it bad
You had it in your hands