[Intro] They told me keep my head down... They told me know my place... GET UP! [Verse 1] Five-foot-Five but I’m looming like a shadow Body like a bullet, I’m the winner of the battle You’re looking down? Well, look a little closer I’m the nightmare creeping on your "Success" poster! I’ve walked through the fire, yeah, I’ve died twice Checked out of the morgue, I didn't pay that price Mentally murdered a million times over Now I’m the tank and you’re the four-leaf clover I’m stepped on? No, I’m the crack in the pavement Locked in a cage? I’m the end of confinement! Give me the shot, give me the ledge I’m living my life on a razor-wire edge! [Pre-Chorus] The air is thin up where I stand I’m the giant in a broken land! I’VE GOT NOTHING LEFT TO FEAR! [Chorus] Call it Little Man Syndrome, call it what you want I’m the ghost of the failures that you love to flaunt! Ten feet tall in a world of glass I’m the wrecking ball that’s gonna outlast! (I STAND TALL!) While you’re looking for the exit (I WANT IT ALL!) And I’m coming to collect it! I’m the short fuse on a long-range bomb Little Man Syndrome—the king has come! [Verse 2] You think I’m overcompensating? Nah, I’m over-dominating I’m the glitch in the system that you’re hating while you're sitting thinking you're rage baiting I don't need a ladder to reach for the throat I’m the captain of the wreck, I don’t need your boat! Death shook my hand, and I bit off his finger I’m the sting in the wound that’s destined to linger Size is a lie, it’s the weight of the soul And mine weighs a ton, I’m in total control! Face to face? No, I’m eye to heart I’ll tear your "stature" completely apart! [Bridge] I died... I saw the light... It wasn't bright enough to dim my fight... I’VE BEEN TO THE EDGE! I’VE SEEN THE END! I’M STILL STANDING! TRY IT AGAIN! TRY IT AGAIN! FIGHT EVERYTHING! [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] Call it Little Man Syndrome, call it what you want I’m the ghost of the failures that you love to flaunt! Ten feet tall in a world of glass I’m the wrecking ball that’s gonna outlast! (I STAND TALL!) While you’re looking for the exit (I WANT IT ALL!) And I’m coming to collect it! I’m the short fuse on a long-range bomb Little Man Syndrome—the king has come! [Outro] Ten feet tall... I’m loooooooming... Give me the chance. SILENCE.
