The Grand Finale

He'll never make it he's nothing, just a drop in the bucket
Just a cloud in the sky, just a future goodbye
He's got a gift from the gods, but fuck it what are the odds?
Think he's wasting his time, think he hates he's alive
And he got doubt about him, the wrong crowd around him
He needs an exorcism, he's got the devil in him
He talked to God on a Friday, asked him "Why are you crying?"
Said he was planning it differently, "My son, you're rejecting me."
In love with the dollar signs, in love when he shouldn't be
In love with temptation, therefor love is the enemy
He at war with his sanity, try his hand at humanity
Crying out to his friends, asking "Why'd you abandon me?"
Self-conscious as fuck... Tried to put on a front
Put his soul in his music, thoughts of giving it up
Criticize him he startled, think he losing his marbles
Wish that he was a kid again, Nickelodeon innocence
Here he talks to himself, here he sits in his room
Think he awkward as hell
He thought of dropping out. He thought of dropping dead...
But he's scared of the future, he's drinking hard instead
He's getting wasted at work, he's so wasted it hurt
He turned his shit to a trap, boost his ego from that
Turned it back on a planet, they returning the favor
Wishing he could just vanish, then come back, do it later
Always feeling sedated, almost turned to a sudden
But he need validation like air to breathe and he hates it
I think he's getting complacent, he ain't good with no changes
He isolated in public and he act like he love it
But he lonely as hell, he keep that shit to himself
Hurt, it built up inside of him, tried to die in a jail
The Grand Finale... Yeah, The Grand Finale...
*breathing noises*