You feel the weight of the world coming down on your head
There's people looking at you, and now they're pulling you back
I've got a circle of ink, it's in the palm of my hand
And I think it will be there for good
We take a piece of ourselves, we draw a line in the sand
We say "don't cross this, or else," and then we put up a flag
Oh, how we worship the things that we don't quite understand
Oh, it's more dangerous than you know