Pay the costs of fame, I keep on saying, as I write this music that magically appears in my head. Fame is not what you wish, fame is what you pay for, what you sweat for, what you suffer for. You stupid sold-out, you follow the rules of fashion just to "fit" with the others that you call friends in your mind. At night you cry when you know that you'll never be able to say that you're one of the big. Not the big in your head but the big that exists all around you. A better man than you, a better ruler than you, a better sinner than you. He rules your life, but that you'll only know when you open your eyes and perish.
You've been deceived more than one time, stupid block-head, you've been ruled and pushed away, they have made you a joke and they have beat you but still you insist on trying to be like them. You know I've fought the odds and opened my own eyes, alone and without any word of support but right now I'm here to help you and still you refuse to open your eyes. Don't, just don't, don't try to fight me because you know that you'll leave hurt, if not dead. Because is people like you that made me lose all the faith for society. Yes, I am a better man than you, yes, I do rule your life and yes, I do sin better than you. Drink to fucking insanity, let us travel, let us go to insanity.
I am the sinner,
The man that controls you,
Don't try to fight it,
You don't know the power that controls you.
"Drink to forget,
Drink to insanity,
Ride to the sunset,
Let us go to insanity."
The man that controls you,
Don't try to fight it,
You don't know the power that controls you.
"Drink to forget,
Drink to insanity,
Ride to the sunset,
Let us go to insanity."
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