I don't think you know
Just good the world has treated you
Yes indeed you've only travelled roads paved with gold
Yet now you demand that you get more
You've seen and done the things
that others could but dream of
You've yet to grow a crop you couldn't take the cream of
Spend all your day just taking photos of yourself
But you're a yolk inside a
Brittle shell
runnin like hell
from heat of the pan
and the smell
I can tell
your brittle shell
has begun to break
Apart from what you show
There's a side of you,
maybe even you don't know
If you took the time to shut your mouth
and open up your ears
You would count the days and not the years
Call for some action
but don't get up from the couch
Your quotes of inspiration we could probably do without
Don't look too hard in the mirror
cause you might just see yourself
cause you're a yolk inside a
Brittle shell
runnin like hell
from heat of the pan
and the smell
I can tell
your brittle shell
has begun to break apart
and look at you now,
don't you have egg on your face
and don't you wish
you'd not become a liquid
yolk inside a brittle shell
runnin like hell
from heat of the pan
and the smell
I can tell
our brittle shell
has begun to break apart
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