I am scared to be successful
to find the love of my life
to be known in this world.

I know I could make it far, soon.
So many unknown people have spoken,
many with credible sources,
have spoken.
And now it's my turn to make it true.

But I am a too scared to be successful
to make everybody's dream my reality.
I lack discipline
but that doesn't define me.
I am just scared to be successful.

Claustrophobic in a world without limits
From the top of the ocean to the bottom of the sea
We fight for oxygen that is free.
We limit our brain and actions to something that is expected
Unexpectedness' is pleasant in the end
But that hasn't happened yet
Only to the ones that are strong enough to be soft spoken
And carry their heart through the woods
Even if it is broken.

Now that I've been thinking
God made a special ceremony to crown Satan
He made him
"The Prince of this World"
It was in all the headliners
Angels yelling EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!
The demons happy, clapping, sippin' beer and having a good time.

Now that I've been thinking
The human race killed its Savior
And I'm not talking about when we nailed Him on the cross
It was a death no one spoke of
No one heard of
There was no demon in sight having a jolly 'ole time
Nor an angel bearing bad news weeping in the night.

The human race got smarter
For the first time we knew the roots of our creation
Through theories though and conspiracies
We brought out a new movement in each era
Every single empire a monument to **** the Messiah
Oh, we said evolution, science and biology
We said it was all by chance and not a Master of Carpentry
Philosophy
Oh philosophy, you have twisted the minds of thinkers
And through your work you have killed more men then the wars
Cause each single men in your field wanted to get inside the depth of the brain of the God
Only to proof The Almighty WRONG
All that work thrown out the trash...

BUT The Prince laughs
Cause his ceremony had more delight and joy
Yet when we killed our King
No media or reporter recorded Gods death.

Hopes and dreams shattered by reality
I've noticed so many things in my life
Like fakeness', drugs and poor morality

Tortured by my own thoughts of what I've become
I dance it off
Put a smile on my face and stare at the golden sun

I've become an artificial dancer
With a slow dose of insanity
I take my clothes off and perform in the ****!
Girls I (heart) 'em
And walk around carrying red balloons.

Work and study all brought up by my mind
I want to live in the Gold Coast
I want to drink red wine.

Under the influence of giants
Its just alot of different kind of the same thing
Replicating our gods
But its all just alot of different kind of the same thing so it seems.

Maybe we created a god for hope
I know it all started in prehistoric times
For control

My mom she toils and works after coming home from work.

My dad he relaxes and spends his time running in the ocean trying to catch her eyes
But she's too busy in her own lies
Talking to an invisible invincible God.

You will see me working in the factory
It's in my blood
I'm a high school drop out trying to start my own revolution.
With a little help from hell its the only solution.
Or in the streets looking to smell spilled blood
But what am I waiting for...

Under the influence of gods
It's all alot of different kind of the same thing
How are we influenced by giants if we haven't seen them roam the halls
Yet we are destroyed by them as if we were all Mexican ******* ******.

It's all a different kind of the same hardships if you tell me.

I'm tired of technology
It's starting to rule my life
All through the night I'm glazing through my iPhone
All through the night even though my iHurts.

I'm tired of trying to fit in and wanting to be cool
Because every time I try to stand out to be worshipped
I slip like a fool and act like a total tool.

I'm tired of God
Tired of his presence always being there and making me feel like ****
****, I wish we were all like robots and had no feelings.

I'm tired of asking for forgiveness
Cause even through my prayers of sin
I get back, turn around and my mind is already plotting mischief.

Cause I'm borderline insecure and I'm borderline crazy
I don't even know how that phrase goes
"wake up and smell the daisies?"