| Each platform, a conquest you’re aiming for
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| Each step an honor worth killing for
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| Your stock will rise and not fall
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| If you sell them short and pull them off the wall
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| Climbing on backs of the broken
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| Scraping, you’re gaining traction
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| It’s easy, the path to summit
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| The apex of social ranking
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| Still standing, the tower’s been raised up
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| Your goal, a perfect view from the top
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| Can’t stop, you know you can’t wait
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| Or you’ll be pulled down by the ones you’ve disgraced
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| Climbing on backs of the broken
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| Scraping, you’re gaining traction
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| It’s easy, the path to summit
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| The apex of social ranking
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| Tremors, you feel vibrations growing
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| Status forgotten, panic grips you tight
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| Not tight enough, not soon enough
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| No rescue coming, you’re on your own
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| Climbing on backs of the broken
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| Scraping, you’re gaining traction
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| It’s easy, the path to summit
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| The apex of social ranking |