Texty: Candlebox. Into the Sun. How Does It Feel.

And I just want to thank you
For all that you've done
The mess that you've made, your allegations
And I don't want to blame you

Yes, I mean to crackdown
You're essential to the process
And the essence of my breakdown, yeah

And I can't wait to sell you
To the village of fools
'Cause you're a violent hangover
Malicious, so cruel

Could you keep it secret?
You couldn't lock it up tight
'Cause you're a sea of information
That's spilling out from all sides

I think I might find you
A little clumsy and aloof
Atop a mountain of sand
Unhinged in untruths

How does it feel, upon your throne?
How does it feel, to be all alone?
How does it feel, to crawl so low?
You're the king of nothing, you're just a show
How does it feel?

And I will give you no words
Yes, I choose a mute stance
It's hard enough to engage
The smart as well as the ass

You couldn't keep it secret
You couldn't lock it up tight
'Cause you're a sea of information
That's bleeding out of the lies

How does it feel, upon your throne?
How does it feel, to be all alone?
How does it feel, to crawl so low?
You're the king of nothing, you're just a show
How does it feel?

One might deceive, one might lie
One more disease, yeah, the great divide
How does it feel to be on your own?
You are the seed, so welcome to the show

Welcome to the show, yeah
Welcome to the show, yeah
Welcome to the show
How does it feel?
Welcome to the show, oh yeah
How does it feel?