Propeller

No skills to pay the bills
Even after I swallow my pills
I sold my bags, my jewels, and my soul;
I'm not the prisoner chained to the past
My full heart is ready to explode!

You float like dust in the outer reaches of the cosmos
Do you want to give me release?
I'll never let you rest in peace!
You keep wearing a paper crown;
The silver trail of smoke from your town
I gaze the skies, rolling my eyes
This town rotting from the inside out

Hold another hand who understands
Soon I'm done!
All the king's men cannot put it back together
I saw the shadow from the future
Iron birds with fluids
In fact, impact's closin' in
I'm gonna cut you up and tear your small world apart
One day, you'll be walking on shaky ground
Whatever anyone says, I'll make it
The lies you're told will cover the world in imagination

Dream on; you've got the version. Dream on
Dream on; you've got the version. Dream on
You've got the version. Dream on. Dream on