Nothing is real.
I know this 'cause I made a deal,
with the Devil he told me that I was just wasting my time on the Moon.

So I flew to the Sun.
Lost track of my soul on the run.
Suffering 12th degree burns,
I learned that the Sun was no fun.

So I ran back to Earth.
Tripped and fell in the glorified dirt
Honestly, Gravity sees me as a liability.

So I held my breath.
'Til my soul left my body for dead.
I'll rip through the clouds to talk to the man in the sky.
I said...

Take this for what it is,
I think you're a tad bit prejudice
Against
The ones like us that are searching for the answers.

He said...
Kid, you don't know shit.
You should go back home and live
In that quiet little town you left behind.

I'm comin' home.
Don't you cry (Don't you cry.)
Im comin' home
Just in time (Just in time.)

I am a fake.
A constant go-getter of fate.
I lost track of time, I carried my mind on a plate.
I seasoned it well, with acid and MDMA.
Then I howled at the moon, 'til the sun burnt out both of my eyes.

So I checked my pulse.
Standing there white as a ghost.
I lacked the complexion and stabbed my reflection 12 times.

So I held my breath.
'Til my soul left my body for dead.
I'll rip through the clouds to talk with the man in the sky.
I said...

Take this for what it is,
I think you're a tad bit prejudice
Against
The ones like us that are searching for the answers.

He said...
Kid, you don't know shit.
You should go back home and live
In that quiet little town you left behind.

I'm comin' home.
Don't you cry (Don't you cry.)
Im comin' home
Just in time (Just in time.)

I don't know what I've been told, I will sell my soul to rock 'n' roll.
I don't know where to go, I have lost control;
Oh, no
(x4)

Composição: Christofer Drew