I'm standing before a sea of blank faces Tied up to the burning sign of the times There is no room for you To spread your bloody wings And be everything As you want to be I'm slipping under a secret society We all know how it looks And we all resent what it means There is no room for you To spread your bloody wings And be everything As you want to be To be as you wish to seem The discourage to compete is real and alleviating When will your tired heart stop hating I shudder in your hunger for hollow praise There's just no room for you To spread your bloody wings And be everything As you want to be To be as you wish to seem