Big Shot

Witness me this time
Cut these silly strings
Think that I could fly
If the gods freed me
Still stuck inside this net
Why don't they take me yet?
Feel how I push and pull
I won't just be your tool

Here's the deal, kid
Your friend here's gonna fly
Gonna spread his wings free
'Cause he's sick of asking why
Every deal that I make
And every single step I take
It blows up in my face, so
Pick up the phone

Say, Kris
Don't you wanna be a big shot?
If so, strike that iron while it's hot
Every Tom, Dick, Larry will know your name
Then they'll take ya' out back and put a bullet in your

Me, myself and I
That's who will reach the sky
As we scream and shout
Eat your heart right out
Freedom calls my name
You think I'm insane?
Don't call me insane
I think you're insane!

There's no chance to stop the deal
You'll never know another second of tranquility, so
Drop the
Heart-shaped
Object in front of me
I gave hyperlink blocked
Gave the clothes right off my back
Till you get a little power
And then don't know how to act
But I'm a nice man
I'll give another shot
Just show me that deal while the deal's still hot, and

Fly
Soar past the gods with me
Rid of our strings
They'll think we're the fools
But the fools are just
The ones not free
Life
It's all a deal to me
The greatest I'll be
Up in the stars
We'll reach out so far
If you hear my plea

So, kids
What's the deal gonna take?
Want my lungs or my heart?
I can even give my face
Do you want the rights to the song that I'm singing?
I'd give anything for the phone to stop ringing
Please
What do I do?
I gotta get rid of my strings like you
I've come so close, yet I'm still so far
I

Let's try something new
I'll take that soul from you
No heart shall fill the void
And I'll be the realest boy
It's mine, that beautiful soul
Forever I'll find true control
You may not like it, but oh, well
Hey
Wanna know what I'll do?

I'll turn those schmoes and Daves
Into rosen graves
My freedom is high
I won't ever die
My will cannot break
My soul cannot shake
I don't need your help
I'll do it myself

Still yet to reach my prime
My body will be mine
I've debt to collect
From your wretched mind
My body will mend
Yours will rot and die
We are not the same