There's blood in my mouth as I'm biding my time
Can't figure it out have I passed my prime
I don't know, where to go, will the visions start to flow
The pressure is hard and it's making me weak
Nothing I do is subtle or unique
Is this it? I admit, I've bit the bullet
And I see all these faces I can't dream
I'm coming apart at the seams
I feel all these feelings I can't express
But my brain is causing absentness
The dreamers are dead, and the money is bare
I won't sell out from this road to nowhere
No, I won't go, too much respect in my soul
The walls surrounding all cave in
How in the hell am I going to win?
I don't know, vertigo, release me down below
And I see all these faces I can't dream
I'm coming apart at the seams
Theme park rides have never been my kind of thing
But I go up and down on every ride
And I don't how to get my angel's wings
Cause if I do success will pass me by
And I don't where the visionaries have gone
Will I see them past the dawn?
Should I sell my soul to the ones in control
The decision-making bastards who control the bankroll
Should I coast by on making mediocrity?
And pretend I've done any of it modestly?
Should I throw away any moral compass I have
To accept corrupt wagers offering less than half
Should I buy myself a house at the top of the hills
And never worry about any of my bills
Should I get married to a model who doesn't care who I am
Cause I fly her in my private jet to Amsterdam
Should I fix everything in post and never show up on time
Cause I spent the last week doing too many lines
Should I sleep with anyone who wants to get a part
Lie to everyone that I can give them a start
Become expendable to every single person who hires me
Saying yes to every question is always the key
Become a corporate shell ran by the machine
Not see any of my visions on the screen
Then I overdose at 50 and I never wake up
The obituaries call me just a bigoted yup
Do I give up the dream and let it wither and die?
Or do I stick to the morals that we should abide by
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There's blood in my mouth as I'm biding my time
Can't figure it out have I passed my prime
I don't know, where to go, will the visions start to flow
The pressure is hard and it's making me weak
Nothing I do is subtle or unique
Is this it? I admit, I've bit the bullet
And I see all these faces I can't dream
I'm coming apart at the seams
I feel all these feelings I can't express
But my brain is causing absentness
The dreamers are dead, and the money is bare
I won't sell out from this road to nowhere
No, I won't go, too much respect in my soul
The walls surrounding all cave in
How in the hell am I going to win?
I don't know, vertigo, release me down below
And I see all these faces I can't dream
I'm coming apart at the seams
Theme park rides have never been my kind of thing
But I go up and down on every ride
And I don't how to get my angel's wings
Cause if I do success will pass me by
And I don't where the visionaries have gone
Will I see them past the dawn?
Should I sell my soul to the ones in control
The decision-making bastards who control the bankroll
Should I coast by on making mediocrity?
And pretend I've done any of it modestly?
Should I throw away any moral compass I have
To accept corrupt wagers offering less than half
Should I buy myself a house at the top of the hills
And never worry about any of my bills
Should I get married to a model who doesn't care who I am
Cause I fly her in my private jet to Amsterdam
Should I fix everything in post and never show up on time
Cause I spent the last week doing too many lines
Should I sleep with anyone who wants to get a part
Lie to everyone that I can give them a start
Become expendable to every single person who hires me
Saying yes to every question is always the key
Become a corporate shell ran by the machine
Not see any of my visions on the screen
Then I overdose at 50 and I never wake up
The obituaries call me just a bigoted yup
Do I give up the dream and let it wither and die?
Or do I stick to the morals that we should abide by
Can't figure it out have I passed my prime
I don't know, where to go, will the visions start to flow
The pressure is hard and it's making me weak
Nothing I do is subtle or unique
Is this it? I admit, I've bit the bullet
And I see all these faces I can't dream
I'm coming apart at the seams
I feel all these feelings I can't express
But my brain is causing absentness
The dreamers are dead, and the money is bare
I won't sell out from this road to nowhere
No, I won't go, too much respect in my soul
The walls surrounding all cave in
How in the hell am I going to win?
I don't know, vertigo, release me down below
And I see all these faces I can't dream
I'm coming apart at the seams
Theme park rides have never been my kind of thing
But I go up and down on every ride
And I don't how to get my angel's wings
Cause if I do success will pass me by
And I don't where the visionaries have gone
Will I see them past the dawn?
Should I sell my soul to the ones in control
The decision-making bastards who control the bankroll
Should I coast by on making mediocrity?
And pretend I've done any of it modestly?
Should I throw away any moral compass I have
To accept corrupt wagers offering less than half
Should I buy myself a house at the top of the hills
And never worry about any of my bills
Should I get married to a model who doesn't care who I am
Cause I fly her in my private jet to Amsterdam
Should I fix everything in post and never show up on time
Cause I spent the last week doing too many lines
Should I sleep with anyone who wants to get a part
Lie to everyone that I can give them a start
Become expendable to every single person who hires me
Saying yes to every question is always the key
Become a corporate shell ran by the machine
Not see any of my visions on the screen
Then I overdose at 50 and I never wake up
The obituaries call me just a bigoted yup
Do I give up the dream and let it wither and die?
Or do I stick to the morals that we should abide by
Writer: Christopher Holland
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