Ways apart, we hunt for fame.
Testing all of my feelings again.

When it's over, I'll come through.
When it's over, I'll be there for you.

Artists always on the top.
Daily doses of everyday pop.

Threading through my cluttered head.
Things of the past left unsaid.

Words dissipate into the air.
Words of music are everywhere.

Hidden message in every verse.
Music seems to get much worse.

Something sacred and something twisted.
Something closed up, something wicked.

Head to bed late at night.
Dim the sky, dim the lights.

Toss and turn and scream and cry.
Music questions and I ask why.

Open doors that I close shut.
Suffer through my life for what?

Doing it all again for nothing.
Music is always bluffing.

Ask the listener.
Are they the answer?

Ask the creator.
Are they really real?

Turn down the music and all reasoning

And when the music is gone,
You'll be needing me.