who you around; when there's no more followers who you around; when there's no spotlight
when your faith is lost; who'll pray; when there's no fear of backlash no invisible eye watching you; when it ain't convenient
who's around when the sun ain't bright; when the mood aint right your disciples show hurt in love; you just laugh it off
remember the time of nothingness; dont abuse the love in excess before you end up some 'digital jesus' appreciate your "disciple saviours"
when you feel your world submerge before you; after all's being said and done and you've done your best to airbrush reality; to photoshop as much
all fantasies having turned horror stories; and your volatile illusion's imploded in your face for laughing off; your disciples love in hurt
and the sun's scortched and torched what's left of the photo you 'shopped'; when no titled's around; only subjects and disciples when your helium castles fall and your titled vapourate; and your inflatteable haven's desolate
recall the boring sermons by your 'subjects'; remember how they kept you grounded and safe till you felt hate and fell bait; envisaged and envied the 'sky castles'
when you realize they don't really care if you're happy; just as long as they think you do and eventually get off these dopium; to realize life isn't nickelodeon
needing saving from yourself; your wreck so big they've blocked the sun realizing that it was always enough; having lost your puff
in need of some constant; Wanting out, you'll know where to find your 'subjects'; right where you left off
so treat those who stick around through thick and thin with some regard even as they show love despite hurt. appreciate someone who's stuck out for you today.