He says, he looks in the mirror, and he cant tell anymore,
Who he really is and who they believe him to be.
He says he walks a thin line between what is and what could be,
And hes getting closer to something he cant understand.

Chorus: cause theres a crack in his plastic crown
And his thrown of ice is melting.
He climbed his latter there was nothing there
And now its a long way down.
cause on and on and on he goes dancing on the grave
Of what he thought was still alive.
On and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs
And castles made of sand.

He says his head is filled with cartoons fairy tails
And hes trapped inside a dungeon of dolls with smiles on their faces.
Hes built a pretty cage his shows on a beautiful stage
With candy coated prison bars and chains that look like jewelry.
Chorus
cause he lives inside of fairy tails and castle land
Theres room inside for false expectations and illusions
Chorus
On and on and on he goes....