(Verse 1) You can hear the burnet under all the brainwaves You can taste the morpho slipping passed the mouth gate You can see the brimstone laughing as it kills things You can feel retention, knowing what they won't bring (Pre-Chorus 1) Flying is far too cliche Imagine walking With little say (Chorus) Am I the man or am I the insect? It's undemanding with some understanding Hallucination, actuality It's not a secret for those who can keep it (Instrumental) (Verse 2) You can smell the mourning cloaking all that's wrong You can bet on the monarch losing their fiefdom You can try to escape ever-fleeting cycles You can cry when it's over, but only if you can recall (Pre-Chorus 2) Falling is far too cliche Imagine dancing With what's at stake (Chorus) Am I the man or am I the insect? It's undemanding with some understanding Hallucination, actuality It's not a secret for those who can keep it (Instrumental) (Chorus) Am I the man or am I the insect? It's undemanding with some understanding Hallucination, actuality It's not a secret for those who will keep it (Chorus) Am I the man or am I the insect? It's undemanding with some understanding Hallucination, actuality It's not a secret for those who can keep it
