Check your ego at the door
This is what you're waiting for
Storied pictures, cameos
The only real that you know

Less is more each passing day
Cut to floor, whittle away
Your self-image slowly fades
A mirrored frame without a face

You hide away from them as if it wasn't always planned
Born of necessity, new bright eyes and vital needs

The fragile vessel slows her speed
In clear-headed caution she proceeds
More discerning than before
Lone survivor of a lonely war

Then all at once a great influx
A moment in hiding, a sojourn
Your safe house ready to burn
But the jester of the panic, the sad clown
He's unfit to paint your town
Those hallowed halls safe underground stave off unrest outside them

Check your ego at the door
This is what you've waiting for
Return to form and levity
Between the Devil and the deep blue sea
Buoyed away from land as if it wasn't always planned
This is no great escape
If you remain hostage of mind
It's only a title for your host and you don't need him anymore
Check your ego at the door
Check your ego at the door
Check your ego at the door
Check your ego at the door...