Big plans for a little guy Hiding in the weeds He knows what he wants But he don't know what he needs How can we tell him that he's wrong? How can we tell him that he's wrong? Big plans for a little guy High up in the trees He looks down and sees Only what he wants to see How can I tell him to come down? How can I kill him and not make a sound? Talking in circles Like you have a fucking clue You're filled with hatred Did you know that I am too? Big brain for a little guy He knows right from wrong Always singing out of tune But he swears he wrote the song How can we tell him that he's wrong? No one's gonna save him when he's choking on his tongue Running in circles With your tail between your legs It's coming back to bite you Aiming for your neck The pain you wished on others Now is what you feel Faking your life for the screen I'll show you what's fucking real Big plan for the little guy