He says, he looks in the mirror, and he can't tell anymore,   Who he really is and who they believe him to be.   He says he walks a thin line between what is and what could be,   And he's getting closer to something he can't understand.         Chorus: 'cause there's a crack in his plastic crown   And his thrown of ice is melting.   He climbed his latter there was nothing there   And now it's a long way down.   'cause on and on and on he goes dancing on the grave   Of what he thought was still alive.   On and on and on he goes   Dancing in mansions made of twigs   And castles made of sand.         He says his head is filled with cartoons fairy tails   And he's trapped inside a dungeon of dolls with smiles on their faces.   He's built a pretty cage his shows on a beautiful stage   With candy coated prison bars and chains that look like jewelry.   Chorus   'cause he lives inside of fairy tails and castle land   There's room inside for false expectations and illusions   Chorus   On and on and on he goes....