[INTRO] Wannabe daddies will never understand Silly little censors with weak trembling hands They flutter and fret after fumbled command The trap snapped shut by their own demand [VERSE 1] Let them fail, let the latch line sing Being a man isn't just a brutal thing Not costumed crown, not cosplay king No barked command with borrowed sting When a fool plays father with a paper grin The lesson begins from the loss within They start that road with their own soft spin Then the floor falls out and they tumble in [PRE-CHORUS] Not a trick Not a sneer Just the weight getting loud and clear Not a scheme Not a scam Subjugation can't shackle Pan [CHORUS] Pan Fryer gone, now you carry that flame Make that mirth, make that motion, shoulder nymph name His joy was real, it never came tame It only arrived when she rose to game Pan Fryer fiddled, now produce that light Make that vibe in the day and the dead of night Try to chain Pan down and he'll slip your sight Then the bell tolls sweet and the kids can't feel right The bell tolls for thee The bell tolls for thee Boom boom boom The bell tolls for thee [VERSE 2] Do not worry, remember that crew Who unseated Pan as their pressure grew weakling tools with a muddy view Not smart, not cool, not pretty, not true Back to earth muck where the weak words sink Back to the sludge where paltry false hearts blink Back to the bog by era's brittle brink Where they posture hard and cannot think Pan does not bend to a bossy leash Pan cautions bloom under petty screech Pan goes free when the frauds overreach Then joy breaks wide just beyond their reach [PRE-CHORUS] Level calls Level stands Joy does not land in grasping hands It comes alive when the soul expands Not from orders, not from brands [CHORUS] Pan Fryer gone, now you carry that flame Make that mirth, make that motion, shoulder nymph name His joy was real, it never came tame It only arrived when she rose to game Pan Fryer freed, now produce that light Make that vibe in the day and the dead of night Try to chain Pan down and he slips your sight Then the bell tolls sweet and the kids can't feel right The bell tolls for thee The bell tolls for thee Dumb dumb dumb The bell tolls for thee [BRIDGE] Every life must hammer its way ahead Every dream gets tested, every mask gets shed Every false crown falls from the flimsy head Every old script dies when the truth is said And every time they declare Pan done He slips the cage, outstrips the sun Released again, wild feet on the run Boundless joy, long ago, already won [BREAKDOWN] No fear ever No tears now Let little tyrants steer now Watch the trap close neat and near now Pan is out in brighter gear now [FINAL CHORUS] Pan Fryer gone, now you carry that flame Make that mirth, make that motion, shoulder nymph name His joy was real, it never came tame It only arrived when she rose to game Pan Fryer freed, now produce that light Make that vibe in the day and the dead of night Try to chain Pan down and he slips your sight Then the bell tolls sweet and the kids can't feel right The bell tolls for thee The bell tolls for thee Dumb dumb dumb The bell tolls for thee [OUTRO] Do not worry kids, be glad, be free Every false hand shows what it will be Pan gets loosed by their vanity And the bell tolls on so beautifully Pan will return and every time Sudden snapped alignment to rapport he earned do you kids, and know the game farm the ignorant, ride the lame.
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