Yeah, look. Step by step on a silver thread, suspended in the thin air, High above the cynics with their cold, calculated stares. Spotlights stab the retinas, the balance starts to fray, While the Lion below is starin’ up, just waitin’ for the prey. They want the entertainment, want the circus, want the fall, I’m gaspin’ in the glare while they applaud it all. Gravity tuggin’ at my ankles, but the instep gotta grip, Walkin’ on a razor’s edge with a story they can’t script. Ain’t no net below to cushion when I slip, Just the endless blue and that hollow, distant rip. Do I leap? Do I dare? Do I gamble with the crowd? Whole world holdin’ breath just to watch a man fall down. But I’m dancin’ on a tightrope, never glance below, The world’s a motion blur, I’m fallin’ but it’s slow. One slip, the fragile weave unravels to the floor, Yeah, I’m dancin’ on a tightrope, spinnin’ ’round for more. (Spinnin’ ’round and ’round…) Feet like ghosts on filament so fine, let the baseline knock, Winds whip vicious but My eyes stay locked. The abyss whisperin’ doubts, tryna fracture my design, Sayin’ luck is runnin’ thin and I’m runnin’ out of time. But that’s exactly where the fear dies and the fire ignites, I standard-deviate the pressure, take it to new heights. They want the old me, the sold me, the version on a string, But I’m a virtuoso balancin’ the weight of everything. No safety net, just pulse and poundin’ grace, Fate’s a blade swingin’ wild in this breathless race. No turnin’ back, too late to pacify the fright, Spark the match, hit the gas, let the whole scene ignite. Dancin’ on a tightrope, never glance below, The world’s a motion blur, I’m fallin’ but it’s slow. One slip, the fragile weave unravels to the floor, Yeah, I’m dancin’ on a tightrope, spinnin’ ’round for more. See they clap for the crash, yeah they crave the demise, Morbid curiosity with venom in their eyes. But I twist the wire tighter, rewrite my whole mind, Rattle every cage until what’s mine is mine. Is it thorns or wings? Is it fall or flight? I’ll turn the descent to ashes—watch me claim the night. Dancin’ on a tightrope, I’m glancing below, The world’s a motion blur, I’m not falling anymore. One slip, the fragile weave unravels to the floor, Yeah, I’m dancin’ on a tightrope, not spinnin round anymore.
