Today I lost reality
A severed head was in its place
Today the smoke screen faded away
The desert of the real remained
They all lived by my design
We exist and are confined
(Into a) into a world that has no why
I think that it might finally be time

I see every little tell
Every look and every breath
I feel far, I'm out of tune
Out of touch with higher good
So suck it back, postulate
Drink it in, suffocate
I am the one you love to hate
So if this is it
Then celebrate
Just spread your wings
Take shape

Today I swerved across two lanes
A rotting corpse was in the way
You pinched my hand but I pulled away
It felt like touching ripe decay
Is this all just by design?
Surrounded by your cardboard signs
Scenery that has no why
I think that it might
I think that it might

I see every little tell
Every look and every breath
I feel far, I'm out of tune
Out of touch with higher good
So suck it back, postulate
Drink it in, suffocate
I am the one you love to hate
So if this is it
Then celebrate
Just spread your wings
Take shape

(Billy corgan)
Spread your wings
Show us who you are
Spread your wings
You'll go far
Show us all
Show us who you are
Spread your wings

I see every little tell
Every look and every breath
I feel far, I'm out of tune
Out of touch with higher good
So suck it back, postulate
Drink it in, suffocate
I am the one you love to hate
So if this is it
Then celebrate
Just spread your wings
Take shape