It's like trapping yourselfnBeneath the icenCause you're afraid to breathenAfraid to movenAfraid to bennSomebody else for a whilenMaybe start dreamingnOutside your window for a timennOoh, your cold and golden eyesnAre so unforgivingnFrom down herenWhere I wallow in my fearnnBut your hands are resting quite comfortablynIn your golden silk pocketsnCan't you take 'em out to help me outnnNo, it's all eyes on me againnI couldn't turn aroundnIf I wanted, it's thenSame from any given anglennAnd it's so hard to not be afraidnWhen you don't have a reputationnAll or nothingnI couldn't possibly hope to explainnnWhat certain thingnUsed to start dominating my mindnAs the butterflies risenAnd the lights go down in expectationnnAnd I suppress this opportunity againnPlease don't forgive me, my friendnNo, not this timenAnd no, never againnnSo here's to mynSecret world, a paradisenIt keeps moving alongn2,000 feet beneath the cold, cold groundnnAnd icy cavernous tomb to remind menThat nothing here will ever changen'till I kick for the surface once againnnAnd if you ever get the urgenTo roll the dicenChances are this place of yours,nIt will be foundnnForever to be criticizednAnd thrown against the judgement of the worldnAnd once it's there, it will never changennAnd you saynIs that really allnThat keeps you down?nnAnd you saynIs that really allnThat keeps you down?nnAnd you say,nMy god, that can't be allnThat holds you backnnAnd you saynIs that really allnThat keeps you down