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Are you entertained?
Are we everything you hoped for?
Good
Cause screams and smiles ain't really what we go for no more
Results of being in a cold war with my own ego
I'm floating on an ocean of solipsism, no shore
I got a text from my ex
It said, "An artist, by definition, can never belong
The bird does not sing because it has an answer
It sings because it has a song"
Well maybe my songs are songs
And my microphone is pointing God's finger
Maybe I'm a prophet wearing the mask of a pop singer
Maybe I'm a sociopath
Hoping the mainstream media picks me next
Maybe I'm a fake
I'm just here for the money and the free sex
Maybe I'm just trying to get my tour bus
Moving as fast as the Earth spins
But in the opposite direction
So I'll finally feel like I'm standing still then
Maybe I'm on the brink of enlightenment
I'm David reincarnate
Maybe I just didn't figure out how to separate
My love from my hate
Wait
Maybe my bar is too high
Thus my heart is still on the shelf
Maybe I'm just scared of putting time and commitment
Into anything but myself
Maybe beauty is more easily seen by the untrained eye
Maybe it's impossible to be the voice of a generation
And somebody's boyfriend at the same time
Maybe I'm headed for a disaster
I'm inching towards hell
Or maybe I'm on the tip of something magnificent
Only time will tell
Maybe having no shtick has become my shtick
Maybe I only smile on stage and back there I'm a dick
Maybe I never took that pill in Ibiza
I made it up, I know what sells
You're here
Maybe Mike Posner's a fake name, I'm really somebody else
Maybe I'm Illuminati
A mathematician, an engineer
Or maybe I really am Mike Posner
One sixth of the dopest fucking band you'll ever hear
Maybe I'm what it looks like
When God moves at a slower pace
I'll never tell you who I really am
Because this, this is my poker face