I walked the path alone, no map in my hand Building castles in the air, ignoring the sand They looked at me with pity, looked at me with doubt Trying to figure out what I was all about The whispers were loud, the judgment was severe He's losing his mind, the end is near But I kept the vision, I kept the pace Running a marathon in a sprinter's race First they call you crazy, say you lost your touch Say you're dreaming too big, wanting too much Then they see it working, see the walls break down And suddenly they want to wear the same crown They try to do the same, mimic every move Looking for the secret, searching for the groove It's the pattern of the world, predictable and cold Behind every act of courage, truth be told There is always a hand trying to pull you down Gravity of envy in this lonely town They hate the flight because they fear the fall So they try to keep you small, behind the wall But madness is just genius before the proof I'm standing on the edge, standing on the roof Watching them copy what they used to hate But by the time they get here, it's already too late First they call you crazy, say you lost your touch Say you're dreaming too big, wanting too much Then they see it working, see the walls break down And suddenly they want to wear the same crown They try to do the same, mimic every move Looking for the secret, searching for the groove It's the pattern of the world, predictable and cold Behind every act of courage, truth be told They call you crazy Then they copy you It's the price of courage VOID