Verse 1:
You wear your pride like a hollow crown,
But kings fall hard when their walls come down.
You walk on air, but the ground’s so near,
Empty echoes are all you'll hear.
Chorus:
Sailing high in a storm of lies,
But wings of glass won’t touch the skies.
The higher you rise, the harder you fall,
In the end, pride gains nothing at all.
Verse 2:
Your throne is built on shifting sand,
The weight of pride you can’t withstand.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
A heart of stone will break and fall.
Chorus:
Sailing high in a storm of lies,
But wings of glass won’t touch the skies.
The higher you rise, the harder you fall,
In the end, pride gains nothing at all.
Bridge:
The whispers of truth in the wind will grow,
Unmasking the shadows you claim to know.
In the ashes, the lesson is clear,
Humble hearts are the ones we revere.
Chorus (Extended):
Sailing high in a storm of lies,
But wings of glass won’t touch the skies.
The higher you rise, the harder you fall,
In the end, pride gains nothing at all.
(And all you’ll find is an empty hall,
A lonely echo is your final call.)
Verse 3:
So take off the mask, let the light shine in,
Trade empty pride for the truth within.
The path you walk, it’s yours to choose,
But a humble heart has nothing to lose.
Chorus (Final):
Sailing high in a storm of lies,
But wings of glass won’t touch the skies.
The higher you rise, the harder you fall,
In the end, pride gains nothing at all.
Outro:
The higher you rise, the harder you fall,
Remember, pride gains nothing at all...
