I don't want to wake up because
I find myself being raped by reality
So I close my eyes and it all becomes
Simply another game to me
Like you, no one ever held my hand
And made me their own
Mr. Elvis Presley comes back from the dead
to play the redundant legend
While Thom Yorke wails tamely about
the angst of living alone
A rockstar's life is designed to be lonely
A rockstar lives only to roam
The pavement my feet can never avoid
Confines me from escaping into the soil
The costume I wear is always evolving,
Reminds me the shame of being unknown
So Jesus darling won't you be the one
To lead me on home.
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