So, here I am again.
Both of my eyes so, open wide and gleaming.
Blank stares, with races running only an inch behind.

Sit back and watch the pavement get closer as it aims for your face,
as it aims for your face.
So step back, let me take over.
Step back, let me take over.

Can you hear the silhouettes?
The slim and dark figures.
Rising like giants out of the shadows.
They're crawling out.
They're crawling out of our skin.

Here I am again.
We build ourselves, where monsters used to hide.
So step back, let me take over.
So step back, let me take over.

And we're all whores, some of us just get paid.

Oh, how we celebrate the mediocrity.
My feelings crawl the walls.
They crawl the walls, and finally fall.
They finally fall.
Like empires and old loves.

Can you hear the silhouettes?
The slim and dark figures.
Rising like giants out of the shadows.
They're crawling out.
They're crawling out of our skin.

(So step back, let me take over.)
Oh, how we celebrate the mediocrity.
(So step back, let me take over.)
Oh, how we celebrate the mediocrity.
(So step back, let me take over.)
Oh, how we celebrate the mediocrity.
(So step back, let me take over.)