Siphon

Walked into the lions den
Mistaking them for my other half
My senses were down, all beat up and turned around
Wish I'd've seen the silver clowns

It's too late to turn back now (oh, oh, oh, oh)
I believe, I believe the blue pill's watered down (oh, oh, oh, oh)
I find it better to waltz with honey than to rot in salt
I find it better to speak my peace than nothing at all

But now, it's getting too comfortable
Oh now, it's getting too thick
Wow, you wanna be a part of something
Something you never lived, oh

If you wanna siphon my soul
This ain't one to capture
They play me like I'm the fiddle, and they're the treasure trove
Just one look in the box, they think they cracked the code, oh
If you try to siphon this soul
You'll find yourself back, you'll find yourself back
You'll find yourself back
Back to no man's grove

Best foot forward with one towards the shore
Any sudden moves, I'm closin' the doors
No sense in waiting for you to pull the bed and the rug
I don't need your words coated in sugar if they come with a fallacy later

So nah, no more getting comfortable
Nah, no more laying it on thick
Huh, you wanna be a part of something
To get, you must give, so

If you wanna siphon my soul
This ain't one to capture
They play me like I'm the fiddle, and they're the treasure trove
Just one look in the box, they think they cracked the code, oh
If you try to siphon this soul
You'll find yourself back, you'll find yourself back
You'll find yourself back
Back to no man's grove