Theyre coming for the band, pitchforks and torches raised
They used to love you, now they want to burn you at the stake
People are strange that way, with what they choose to embrace

Want you all for themselves, then shun you if you grow or change

Those days are over now, what started off as fun

Has made you question everything and not trust anyone
These kids dont know the deal, still sucking from the teat
How many hands are in your pockets while you try to stay afloat?


Show the world a mirror
Theyll hang on every word that you say

But slit your throat if you attempt to cash in
The burden of the artist
To show us who we truly are

And to go without
Your passion fades


Dont you ever let these critics or opinions confine you to anything
You need to think of why you started this back then to remind you
Of where youve been, and how far youve come

To see them all for who they are

They dont want you to succeed

They want to see you bleed and to discard you when they no longer relate later
Youre the voice of no one but yourself
And thatas good as wealth

At least you can look back and say you tried to make your mark whether they love or hate it

So show the world a mirror

Theyll hang on every word that you say
But slit your throat if you attempt to cash in
The burden of the artist

To show us who we truly are
And to go without
Your passion fades