Gargamel is laughing in the walls tonight
Every little shadow has a little appetite
I can hear him counting all the things I cannot see
Is it blue, or is it me?

I built a little empire from a box of borrowed dreams
I pitched it to the forest with a deck of glowing screens
I promised every mushroom that the future would be bright
Then the funding disappeared into the night
Now the trees are watching and the branches know my name
Every leaf is whispering that somebody's to blame
I tried to call my lawyer but the numbers turned to flies
And Gargamel is smiling with a startup in his eyes

Gargamel is laughing in the walls tonight
Every little shadow has a little appetite
I can hear him counting all the things I cannot see
Is it blue, or is it me?

The music box is playing but the notes are coming wrong
The hallway keeps on stretching like a never-ending song
I made a little promise that I never would be scared
Then the mirror looked behind me and nobody was there
A blue light in the doorway and a voice beneath the floor
Says every great invention needs a customer for more
I ask it for a reason and it gives me one more fee
Gargamel is laughing and he's billing it to me

Is it blue, or is it me?
Is the forest blue, or is it me?
Maybe all the monsters are the stories that we sell
Maybe every open door is just a better-looking cell

Gargamel is laughing but the laughter's running dry
All the grand ambitions are too tired to deny
I can hear the quiet where the promises should be
Is it blue, or is it me?