Black masks and gasolin

here, at the top of the world, where I raise my hands and I clench my fists,
they stand before me below demanding the answers with flips of a switch

I don't understand where you got this idea,
so deeply engrained in your head

that this world is
something that you must impress,
but I should have cared less

we live, in fear, of our own potential
to win, to lose, it's all in our hands now