Wake in a sweat again
Another day's been laid to waste, in my disgrace
Stuck in my head again
Feels like I'll never leave this place, there's no escape
I'm my own worst enemy
(Ooh, yeah)

I've given up, I'm sick of feeling
Is there nothing you can say?
Take this all away, I'm suffocating
Tell me what the fuck is wrong
With me
I'm sick of feeling
Is there nothing you can say?
Take this all away, I'm suffocating
Tell me what the fuck is wrong
With me

Ooh, yeah
I did my time
And I want out
So effusive
Fade
It doesn't cut
The soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning
The sickening
Packaging subversion
Pseudo-sacrosanct perversion
Go drill your deserts
Go dig your graves
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
I'm done
It has begun
I'm not the only one

And the rain will kill us all
We throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me

Psychosocial [x6]

Hey now, you're an all star
Get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star
Get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars
(Only shooting stars)

Somebody once asked, “could I spare some change for gas?
I need to get myself away from this place"
I said, "Yep, what a concept
I could use a little fuel myself
And we could all use a little change"

Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming (Put me out of my misery)
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun (Put me out of my misery)
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see (Put me out of my misery)
So what's wrong with taking the backstreets?
You'll never know if you don't go (Go!) (Put me out of my fucking misery)
You'll never shine if you don't glow

Hey now, you're an all star (Psychosocial [x12])
Get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star
Get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters is gold (It's a bonfire, turn the lights out)
Only shooting stars break the mold (I'm burning everything you motherfuckers talk about)
And all that glitters is gold
(It's been one week since you looked at me, cocked your head to the side and said, "I'm angry)
Only shooting stars break the mold
(Five days since you laughed at me, saying "Get your act together, come back and see me")
And all that glitters is gold
(Three days since the living room, I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you)
Only shooting stars...
(Yesterday, you'd forgiven me, but it'll still be two days 'til I say I'm sorry)