Don’t crown yourself
Don’t dress up noise as insight
Don’t crown yourself
Don’t dress up smoke as light
Don’t crown yourself
Don’t call the crowd a compass
The room is bright
The words are sharp and shining
Everybody knows
How to sound awake
The stage is full
Of borrowed little fires
But light is not the same
As being seen
Don’t crown yourself
Don’t dress up noise as insight
Don’t crown yourself
Don’t dress up smoke as light
Don’t crown yourself
Don’t call the crowd a compass
There is a kind of clever
That can win the room
There is a kind of knowing
That never learns to kneel
Don’t crown yourself
Don’t dress up noise as insight
Don’t crown yourself
Don’t dress up smoke as light
Don’t crown yourself
Don’t call the crowd a compass
Step down from the mirror
Step out of the pose
Wisdom does not hurry
To be seen by those
Who trade the living water
For a polished line
Who sell a little sparkle
And call it light
Don’t crown yourself
Don’t dress up noise as insight
Don’t crown yourself
Don’t dress up smoke as light
Don’t crown yourself
Don’t call the crowd a compass
Smoke and spotlight
Smoke and spotlight
Smoke and spotlight
But the truth stays quiet
Alex · Quellenbeziehungen