Guess who's back? I to the A. Been around for just a minute and already I think somebody lying What's the point of chasing anything when we're all gonna die trying? Comparing gold to glory is one of the saddest stories I've heard in writing Paper burns and houses burn, will anything we achieve withstand the fire? Party’s full of people yet the whole room still feels pretty empty Everybody wishing they could return to when they were twenty When the cash is stacked the method’s tempting Faces inventoried just to get by you'll need many You'll need plenty Just pick any Once you've made it then get used to playing Their games with your faces, Then tell them it's all worth it They don't need to know what's going on inside When they'd all regret it if they unearthed it Why chase the image when it's just a mirror set to shatter? Warping your reflection telling you it's all that really matters? It doesn't matter Doesn't matter It's all gone in the life that's after What then matters? Status? Power? It means nothing in the life that's after (Life that's after) The setup's cheap, the strong are weak Look in the mind It could even be a bit hard to breathe For some deep down inside Check behind the scenes I think I Found the seams That depict a life Acknowledging More hollow things Eyes don't close at night Since when were stars just L.E.D.s? Since when did turf ever look that green? Since when did murdered children not look obscene? Since when did “you” turn into “me”? Since when did love turn into birds and bees? Since when did planting seeds turn into planting trees? Since when did dirt become the tool to clean? Knock and find, ask and seek, just a bit more, you'll know what I mean. Let me be a bit clearer. The only things that will survive are the things you've done and souls you fought for So I’d suggest you open your eyes and start the run cause the fire’s hot Everything will pass away, through death or fire and left to rot The choice is yours if you're ready or not Why chase the image when it's just a mirror set to shatter? Warping your reflection telling you it's all that really matters? It doesn't matter Doesn't matter It's all gone in the life that's after What then matters? Status? Power? It means nothing in the life that's after (Life that's after) (This world is fake.) (It's all fake.) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ⓒ 2026 IDALTA (@Jesus_Frees_Us). All Rights Reserved. Lyrics written by IDALTA. Song generated using Suno AI under a paid subscription. Commercial use rights granted by Suno AI. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution is prohibited. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
