If I fail to practice what I preach If I screw up royally In front of everyone to see Would you still be there for me Welcome to the brand new show I'm thinking there's some things you should know Doesn't matter if you're high or you're low These people stick around as long as things go right So welcome to the way things go In this life you're gonna reap what you sow Have fun figuring friend from foe These people stick around as long as things go right But I'm curious And I'm terrified What would happen if I lost this time Would you understand? Would you change your mind? Or crucify me with the truth you find? If I fail to practice what I preach If I screw up royally In front of everyone to see Would you still be there for me And if I ruin the whole thing You said you'd love me endlessly But you don't pick up when I ring Does that make you a hypocrite like me? So welcome to the streets of gold Where you can have it all for the price of your soul Doesn't matter if you're young or you're old These people stick around as long as things go right So are you gonna call or fold? It's all yours if you do what you're told Going once, twice, three times, sold These people stick around as long as things go right Before you touch the speck in my eye Maybe you should look in your own Cause I can see a forest has grown In the holes in your face where your soul should go If I fail to practice what I preach If I screw up royally In front of everyone to see Would you still be there for me And if I ruin the whole thing You said you'd love me endlessly But you don't pick up when I ring Does that make you a hypocrite like me?

I said "mom I think I love her" Bubbles coming up and I'm going under Sinking down into your waves and your thunder Can't judge a girl by the magazine cover What you see is not what you get You will sink in your life-vest Weighted ankles on the ocean floor Look up and face what you couldn't before Call me titanic No need to panic Depressed or just manic I didn't sweat you Beneath the atlantic Now drownings my habit I'm still as the sabbath Choking out on the truth Iceberg She's a Iceberg I said "age is just a number" Date was set; best man was my brother Till I'm scrolling down I see you with another Now I'm blocking you and your dad and your mother What you see is not what you get You will sink in your life-vest Weighted ankles on the ocean floor Look up and face what you chose to ignore Call me titanic No need to panic Depressed or just manic I didn't sweat you Beneath the atlantic Now drownings my habit I'm still as the sabbath Choking out on the truth I couldn't see What was beneath All of the things You'd hidden from me It's flooding my lungs Baby I can't breathe Now all I got left to do is Sink She's a Iceberg Make no mistake It's clear to me exactly what you are From beneath the waves This salty point of view I share with the sharks And I know you think That what's been done Will stay down deep Submerged and sunk But the funny thing About the truth Is that it floats And follows you Call me titanic No need to panic Depressed or just manic I didn't sweat you Beneath the atlantic Now drownings my habit I'm still as the sabbath Choking out on the truth I couldn't see What was beneath All of the things You'd hidden from me It's flooding my lungs Baby I can't breathe Now all I got left to do is She's a Iceberg

sit back, relax, suit, tie, and slacks, dressed up in black, can't get you back, Here lie two young lovers, Arms wrapped around eachother, Two kids who lit a fire, Scortched black by their desire, now their skeletons are dancing, with shakespearean devotion, cant you feel the pulsing rhythm of this tradgedy? cuz the irony is strangling, all that's left of their emotion, just another empty cadence of sincerety sit back, relax, (i could have sworn we just walked down the isle) suit, tie, and slacks, (with your hand inside of mine) dressed up in black, (and to make matters worse) can't get you back, (i think we left in a herse) What love did they discover, worshipping one another? hot heat inside the covers, now stone cold and six feet under, now their skeletons are dancing, with shakespearean devotion, cant you feel the pulsing rhythm of this tradgedy? cuz the irony is strangling, all that's left of their emotion, just another empty cadence of sincerety sit back, relax, (is it sweat or is it blood on my hands?) suit, tie, and slacks, (and is it mine or is it yours?) dressed up in black, (and I'm terrified to ask it) can't get you back, (but is that us in the casket) now the fire's gone dark, like the beat of our hearts, till death do us part, our first and final work of art

can a man know who he is, til he's looked into the darkness, and seen what's looking back can a man know his heart, til its been ripped out of his chest, and placed in his bloody hands can he know what's in his veins, til he's split one, and let it all run out oh the horror, oh the beauty, of knowing what you are, oh the nightmare, oh the freedom, of being what you are can a man pass through the fire, without choking on the ashes, and losing all his hair, can a man begin to rise, until all that shakes within him, has crumbled beyond repair, can he see the other side, til he exhales, and lets it all run out oh the horror, oh the beauty, of knowing what you are, oh the nightmare, oh the freedom, of being what you are if life is weeping, can i weep with you if life is singing, can i sing with you if life is weep, can i weep with you and if life is bleeding, can i bleed with you and if life is being, can I be with you