(Black Hole Singer)

.....

Burned out like a bulb in a Black Hole Motel,

Big stars explode, small ones never excel.

Too much noise inside to drown my head,

Stole some light from the kids instead.

I'm disappearing, I force the grin,

They call me fake star, I cave within.

I'm a Black Hole Singer, nothing to show,

Fans still cheer but they don’t even know.

It’s too late, can’t burn the tape,

Collapse on stage, no space to escape.

Drink’s too strong, the room’s too small,

Every night feels like no night at all.

Small stars get mocked, big stars just combust,

Still I’m slipping, gravity’s unjust.

Yeah I'm disappearing, but I force the grin,

They all call me Black star, while I cave within.

I'm a Black Hole Singer, nothing to show,

Fans still cheer but they don’t even know.

It’s too late, can’t burn the tape,

Collapse on stage, no space to escape.

The tiny stars don’t matter, they call me fake,

Frozen little planets say I’ve got no soul to sell.

But it’s the soul they lost, it’s the soul they crave,

Big stars explode, small stars just cave.

The story was better than the canvas,

The canvas was better than the photo,

The photo was better than the movie,

Big stars die young, small ones bleed slowly.

No final scene for this cosmic mess,

Just the smell of smoke and regret, I guess.

Lights go out, the crowd still screams,

I was never a star — just the silence after the dream.