Antler Man, come on down Let words flow from your quivering hand You can't spend your time in a great white lie Show yourself what you hold in your hide You thought you were cut out for everything You shut options out and you still really hate how you sing You're too selfish to cure, too entitled to kneel You're not a deity, but if that's how you feel... You're not cut out for much You found out right in time, rolling off of the mountain you said that you'd climb Turn your TV off and now go outside You can still change your cards until they are yours