[Verse 1] Dead clocks on the wall, ticking in reverse, Paper crowns, plastic thrones, man it couldn’t get worse. Selling dream diets for the soul — I’m fasting, Preach salvation, but your sermons feel relentless. Eyes glazed like a screen I can’t smash, Tried prayers, tried pills, tried cash. Now I’m ghostin’, toastin’ my own damn funeral, Silver chains couldn’t tether a mind that’s feral. [Pre-Chorus] Tried the meditations, affirmations, medication— I’m allergic to the simulation. Don’t ask for my participation, I’m already building my migration. [Chorus] Fire exit? Shelter basement? Rehab intuition? Therapy session, prep talk with a preacher— Every ceremonial and innovation in this whole world created… Sweet escape? Holy pilgrimage? Nirvana? Illuminati? Are you high? Give me one of those, please— Fuck this all, I’m leaving all of you! Fuck you all, fuck this world—bye! [Verse 2] Parades for the fallen, medals for the blind, A standing ovation for losing your mind. Codependent on the chaos like it’s God, While I’m backstage slipping out, lightning rod. Self-help books pile like a fortress, Burned ’em all, made a torch of their “progress.” Duct-taped morals, pixelated truth, You worship death, I’ll worship my youth. [Pre-Chorus] Tried the meditations, affirmations, medication— I’m allergic to the simulation. Don’t ask for my participation, I’m already planning my salvation. [Chorus] Fire exit? Shelter basement? Rehab intuition? Therapy session, prep talk with a preacher— Every ceremonial and innovation in this whole world created… Sweet escape? Holy pilgrimage? Nirvana? Illuminati? Are you high? Give me one of those, please— Fuck this all, I’m leaving all of you! Fuck you all, fuck this world—bye! [Bridge] No nametag, no timestamp, No empire built outta quicksand. Burn the maps, light a flare, Legendary ghost — I’m everywhere! No god complex, no chained regrets, Just a match and a silhouette. You can have your throne of lies, I’ll take my ticket to the sky. [Final Chorus] Fire exit? Shelter basement? Rehab intuition? Therapy session, prep talk with a preacher— Every ceremonial and innovation in this whole world created… Sweet escape? Holy pilgrimage? Nirvana? Illuminati? Are you high? Give me one of those, please— Fuck this all, I’m leaving all of you! Fuck you all, fuck this world—bye! [Outro] Bye. Bye. Bye. Fucking bye.
