In the Style of a Tight Rope Walker Lyrics

You took my hand from the smoking gun
And held me like a son
In light of all i said i'd do
You placed me in a cell

I'd do the same if i were you
Honest as a priest
I held my face up to the sky
In the style of a tight rope walker

I spread my arms and tried to glide
In honour of a failed semester
I picked my life up piece by piece
In the style of an awful metaphor

I took a step to silence you
What else could you possibly do?
I held my face up to the sky
I practiced all my silly lies