I woke up screaming at the ceiling fan
Trying to map out God’s celestial plan
But the GPS is broken, and the signal’s weak
I’m searching for the gold, but I only find the bleak.
They want the old me, the soul me
But the new me is lonely, and the fake ones they fold me.
I’m dancing on the edge of a nervous breakdown
But at least I’m wearing the crown in this ghost town.
We’re just humans in the flashing lights
Fighting demons in the middle of the nights.
(Yeah!)
Move your body ‘cause your soul is bruised
Choose the rhythm ‘cause you’re born to lose...
Until you win.
Until you’re born again.
Designer clothes can’t hide the scars inside
I’m a king with no kingdom, nowhere to hide.
The paparazzi lens is a microscope
I’m selling vision while they’re selling hope.
Is it ego? Is it genius? Is it just the pain?
I’m dancing in the fire just to feel the rain.
Every step I take is a prayer in the dark
I’m just a spark, trying to leave a mark.
Holy spirit, can you feel the bass?
I see the universe in a stranger's face.
I’m not a product, I’m a prototype
I’m the truth hidden underneath the hype.