Napoleon Lyrics - Singles - Race The Sun

It's your game 

you have managed to grab everyone's attention 

the spotlight scorching your flesh 

caught between the pedestal and ceiling 

I can't just stand there to watch it as it raises 

soon it will crush you entirely 

and you know I would pull every arm and leg 

from socket of my own to just reach you 

and with all my force and weight I'd tip you over 

because I know you would land feet first 

I'd Expect your glare 

Oh how my hand shakes from satisfaction 

this ink I drain dries like the salt on your wound 

don't forget to buy them out 

burn the, burn the confession box 

don't forget to win their hearts 

and level the chapel 

Sweet irony, sarcasm always had its plague upon me 

can we humor this just for now? 

caught between the salted wound and punchline 

funnier then than now 

I've always, how I've missed it 

this value called value 

Oh how my hand shakes from satisfaction 

this ink I drain dries like the salt on your wound 

at this my voice is dry 

as you dissect my words 

and the knots that form 

may you press them against your worth 

don't forget to buy them out 

burn the, burn the confession box 

don't forget to win their hearts 

and level the chapel 

This is when politics turns to gossip