•FROM BEHIND THE GLASS•

•ONE•

•Today I drop the first album on them

I hope it hits their heads and resonates

Maybe it should sting a little

Maybe I'll need to cope with hate

But who knows

Maybe the whole thing blows

Maybe they love it and I never take a punch to the nose

Maybe The Peasantry fans the fire and then it explodes

Maybe The King is killed and life is lived without fear of thrones

Who knows?

There's pressure to deliver

There's fresher competition

There's wishing I was living

Loving, leaving something better

There's pressure to deliver

There's fresher competition

There's wishing I was living

Loving, leaving something better

Today I drop the whole story on them

I hope it leaves a bruise that sticks, forever stays

Maybe my words should stab and sting a little

Maybe they'll never look at me the same

But who knows

Maybe the whole thing fails

Maybe I really am what track •ONE• says

Maybe I should bail

The fans might listen and stop fanning the fire

Maybe they'll say I'm a liar, say I didn't paint the picture honest when I chose to inquire

Up in their DMs but they're disappointed

Thought I'd inspire

Maybe I am nothing more than a sad kid expressing what nobody else would want to listen to, or even start to admire

To even read off a flier

To even skim the tracks and criticize will make their ears tired and expire and sleep through the entire

Thing

But who knows?

There's pressure to deliver

There's fresher competition

There's wishing I was living

Loving, leaving something better

There's pressure to deliver

There's fresher competition

There's wishing I was living

Loving, leaving something better

Now it's two nights after

My head is just spinning faster

They showed up

The Peasantry revolted and they killed the master

They put their "kings" in their graves

The pressure's leaving my brain

They said they love the record

•Wait until they see the nest phase•

I went from fear to freedom

Expectations, didn't think I'd meet 'em

But they told me every song was laced in heat, I'm

Tied between soaking in the moment and

Breaking the glass to reach for our next release

...But slow down

•KS• isn't over

They don't know what's coming

Herrera's cooking up something colder

Something slower

Something to take them deeper into my head

And then the pressure seeps back in and my hand grips my notebook and pen

Once again

There's pressure to deliver

There's fresher competition

There's wishing I was living

Loving, leaving something better

There's pressure to deliver

There's fresher competition

There's wishing I was living

Loving, leaving something better

•ONE•

•FROM BEHIND THE GLASS•