I'll be honest with the dark
No more hiding in the lights
This Noe has no Ark
He is tired of the fights

The blast told me to get down
It's safer in the floor,
I feel now like that poor Lion
Who lived in the Land of Oz.
I'm a desaturated clown
Who only paints with black crayons
Playing with safe odds
Even after loosing it all.

A falling tile missing its grout,
To everyone who has doubt
I have a question for you.
Have you ever tried to get out?
Just find the hidden door,
To leave your Truman's show,
Scape to the wonder world,
You are worth much more.

I'll be honest with the dark
No more hiding in the lights
This Noe has no Ark
He is tired of the fights

The blast told me to get down
It's safer in the floor,
I'm a desaturated clown
Who only paints with black crayons
I'm just a coward like that OZ lion

I'll be honest with the dark
No more hiding in the lights
This Noe has no Ark
He is tired of the fights