Figureheads

You left your strengths all unsaid
How can you call yourself a fucking figurehead?
The silence rotten, you must have forgotten what brought you here in the first place
We're back to the start
Look me in the eyes when you tell me you're better than me
Look me in the fucking eyes

Born from the dust and ashes, we're all fleeting and vain
Peeling back the layers we're all jaded, all of us are one and the same
This is not your proving ground, you're not above anyone
But the atmosphere, it smothers, so I'll walk back into the sun

Ego runs rampant in this tainted sanctuary
I want to run away from here
How else will I catch a glimpse of the heaven that I was promised?
And it's not just me
You took a celebration of identity and you warped it

Born from the dust and ashes, we're all fleeting and vain
Peeling back the layers we're all jaded, all of us are one and the same
This is not your proving ground, you're not above anyone
But the atmosphere, it smothers, so I'll walk back into the sun

Disheartened, selfmade; come forth and speak your names
Tell me how you spent your time before your lives went up in flames
Frustrated, trapped in stasis, we forfeit our homes searching for a sense of self
So I'll walk back into the sun
Just breathe, you're allowed to leave
Just breathe

I was nothing, you all held what I lacked
Nothing, you all held what I lacked
Nothing
I would've cut my throat to see how you'd react