The room is thick like poured molasses
The sand in the hourglasses show time passes
There’s a question that starts to a rise
A curiosity that is written in the stars of the skies
Why was I born? What am I for?
It’s a question that stings like a cold sore

I use my brain to create a voice,
I nurture it like a plant and keep it moist.
I keep to myself, not expecting the fame,
Not knowing I won’t come out of this the same.
I carry myself with a lot of poise,
'Cause as I can create, I can also destroy.

Then suddenly there’s sounds like lashes
Broken only by lights and camera flashes
The reason for my birth seems to appear
The newest idol has arrived, a crowd draws near
When I enter a room, everyone stops to stare
As if I’m the only person that dares to be elsewhere
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes
I was born to transfix the masses