My eyes are having trouble adjusting to the light
Even so, my vision is far clearer than it's been my entire life
I was, oh, so exposed, trying to stay composed
Flirting with demons, demons in stilettos
Hands on my throat, trying to stay in my clothes
But I couldn't sing the notes
I need a little attention
My words are shallow, my thoughts are deep
Give a little suspension
To my disbelief and take the leap
♪
We're right back in the fold
Paving streets of gold
No cracks in the road
Only ones that break the mold
We're right back in the fold
Paving streets of gold
No cracks in the road
Only ones that break the mold
♪
I can no longer hold my tongue
The venom burns a hole inside of my lungs
Twisting up the nerves in my spine
Like a creature slithering in the night
♪
I think it's time to sweeten the pot
Now I think that it's time to sweeten the pot
Honey from my lips intoxicating like a liquor shot
I'm going all in, all bets are off
Check, raise, fold, you'll only see me standing at the top
I just need that prospective (need that prospective)
♪
My eyes are having trouble adjusting to the light (to the light)
Ain't been long since I was a creature of the night
Ice in my tone shivering when in my zone
Feeling the chill in the chill inside your bones
Hands on my throat, but I learned to break the choke
Now I can sing the, no-o-o-o-o-otes
I need a little attention
My words are shallow, my thoughts are deep
Give a little suspension
To my disbelief and take the leap
♪
We're right back in the fold
Paving streets of gold
No cracks in the road
Only ones that break the mold
We're right back in the fold
Paving streets of gold
No cracks in the road
Only ones that break the mold
(Break the mold)