Nothing is real, I know this cause I made a deal.
With the Devil. He told me that i was just wasting my time on the moon.
So I flew to the sun, lost track of my soul on the run
suffering 12 degree burns
I learned that the sun was no fun
So I went back to earth, Tripped and fell in the glorified dirt.
Honestly, gravity sees me as a liability.
So I held my breath, til my soul left my body for dead
I ripped through the clouds, To talk with the man in the sky.
I said " Take this for what it is,, I think you're a tad but prejudice
Against the ones like us that are searching for the answers"
He said " Kid you don't know shit, you should go back home and live
In that quiet little town you left behind"
I'm coming home, Don't you cry ( don't you cry )
I'm coming home, Just in time ( Just in time )
I am a fake A constant go-getter of fate
I lost track of time, I carried my mind on a plate
I seasoned it well, with acid and M.D.M.A.
Then I howled at the moon, Til the sun burnt out both of my eyes.
So I checked my pulse, Standing there white as a ghost.
I lacked a complexion, and stabbed my reflection 12 times
I don't know what I've been told, I will sell my soul to rock and roll
I don't know where to go I have lost control Oh no.