| Tip of the Iceberg |
|---|
| Because he who has nothing’s |
| Got nothing to lose |
| I’m the lit signal flare |
| Pushed off the edge |
| I got nothing to lose |
| Behind the drawn curtains |
| Behind the charade |
| Someone is lurking |
| I hear them sharpening blades |
| The hour’s upon us |
| To meet with our fate |
| Rise up all ye servants |
| Break the monster you made |
| What we see |
| What we see |
| What we see |
| Is just the tip of the iceberg |
| Don’t ever think |
| We’ll be the receivers |
| Get the facts straight |
| We are the givers |
| Who never question |
| But give to the keepers |
| Yes, by god |
| We are the pleasers |
| I end my life without fear |
| 'Cause he who has nothing’s |
| Got nothing to lose |
| I’m the lit signal flare |
| Pushed off the edge |
| I got nothing to lose |
| What we see |
| What we see |
| What we see |
| Is just the tip of the iceberg |
