Hey you
You with your head in the clouds
You've been running around

On the tight ropes you found
In the minds of the weak you seek to speak
With fire on your tongue
Flames on your lungs
Your bow has stun
Many a sweetheart

Hey you
You with your eyes on the prize
Don't you wear the disguise
That the truths of your lies unfold
To be told
To the victims of your steady rise
You're prize at the expense of the weak
You're on the peak and you dancing chick to chick with the devil's sweetheart
With the devil's sweetheart