you're an illusion in a world of disillusion
you're the crown of creation as we know it
but given just a bit more rope and you'll blow it
i might exaggerate to say this city's burning
but when you're sleeping safe and sound the world's still turning
the trivialities are there to entertain you
to cozily stop thinking 'bout what they do
throw your diamonds down the drain
you packed the cracked porcelain
throw your diamonds down the drain
you packed the cracked porcelain
all wars start in rooms where big men meet
but are always fought and lost or won on the street
no one's never gonna start a revolution from bed
put your theories to practice and you'll wind up dead
you've got the freedom to choose what you wanna see
but the bottom in you is the bottom in me
the rock might be thrown from many different heights
but always falls to the same floor through dim red lights
throw your diamonds down the drain
you packed the cracked porcelain
throw your diamonds down the drain
you packed the cracked porcelain
throw your diamonds down the drain
you packed the cracked porcelain
throw your demons down the well
where once the brightest angel fell