So many voices, I can’t even sleep. Typical late night company. They ask questions about my life, “Where is he going? Who am I?” And those voices rip me all apart. I need medicine to quiet, And to find it.
Welcome to oblivion, Where panic starts to settle in, And I’m afraid of everything. Oh, I lost my head again. Welcome to oblivion, Where my whole life is caving in. And I can’t stand who I am. Oh, I think I’m losing it.
I lost my head again. I lost my head again.
Then I met you. You were standing all alone ‘cause you felt it too. The world has broken you down. You, and me, Are gonna make it through. 'Cause now we know, There’s people like us.
As I fall apart inside, All of my thoughts collide, And that’s no way to live a life. Oh, I think I’m losing it.
Welcome to oblivion, Where panic starts to settle in, And I’m afraid of everything. Oh, I lost my head again. Welcome to oblivion, I gotta get off the medicine. 'Cause I can’t stand who I am. Oh, I think I’m losing it.
First of all… question what the fuck it is that determines for you, what is art. Why you’re into it, what you gain from it, and is that really worth it?
If you experience art and are moved by it, you win. If the melodies release endorphins and you don’t know why but you feel good when you hear it, you win.
If the lyrics resonate with you and you don’t know why, you win. If you do know why, you win. If it gives you a perspective you’ve never had before, you win. If it jogs your imagination, if it challenges your comprehension, if it represents an opposing value, if it fosters an emotion, if it effects you in any way …you win.
tells you what to wear, you lose. Who to like, you lose. What to think, where to belong, how to act, how to fit in, how to fit out, how to be cool, how to be obscure, how to diminish others, how to elevate your sense of self …you lose. Who you can hang out with, who is uncool - if it makes you blindly subscribe to a side without knowing the truth, you lose.
We’ll runaway from everything you hate, Runaway to everything you’ve wanted Take my hand, let’s get famous. We’ll runaway from everything you’ve fought Runaway to everything you’ve loved Take my hand, let’s get famous.