Standard (EADGBE)

This was real

Oh this was what you've all come to see and feel

But I'm starting to doubt my reality

'Cause it does not last long

Once the cash is gone

Eventually all of this must become zeros and ones

In everything, everywhere, everyone, zeros and ones

I'm in love

Oh I love what I can convince you of

'Cause I'm a prophet by trade

And a salesman by blood

Now I'm dying just to be

A filtered, sub-cultural version of me

My blood is red

Dripping on a page

If I'm brave enough to cut myself

But the more it sells

It thins my blood