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