Hey there, you're a dead star, switch your brain off, go home,
Quit now, while you're behind, stop your dreaming, don't moan,
Yes, all that glitters is gold,
No, you're not a star,
You're just some mold.
Quit now, while you're behind, stop your dreaming, don't moan,
Yes, all that glitters is gold,
No, you're not a star,
You're just some mold.
The rules have beaten and they've hit and they've tricked you,
And is it better to live for fun?
Since nothing matters when you're dead and gone,
"So much to say, so much to do"
But will anyone even miss you?
Deep down you know that you're alone,
Go ahead and play on your phone...