Dedicated to the ones who want me dead

They say follow the crowd and don't you stand alone

But maybe you've got different rhythm, a beat that's all your own

I'll champion all the dreamers, the ones who raise above the schemers

And if they fall behind, they never fall from grace

They'll try to plant the seeds of doubt within your mind

But you can nurture seeds of courage, and letting them unwind

You'll find the compass that you need even as stormy clouds have gathered up

to eat you up and spit you out again

Let me follow (my own star), let me follow (my own light)

To an end that's worth the struggle

I raise my cup and dedicate it to the ones who want me dead, I hear you, you want me dead

Wish you well, wish you well

Now lay down and close your eyes, may dreams be clear and bright

Cause starlight needs the darkest night, to lead you safe inside

What's in your heart is fine, even when all they ever do is try to make it out as if you've lost your mind

And so they, and so

And so they paint you pictures of conformity, in colour-blinded shades of plaster you can fit right in

And so the unconventional needs a few directional calculated moves towards perfection, for their protection

Let me follow (my own star), let me follow (my own light)

to an end that's worth my trouble

I raise my cup and dedicate it to the ones who want me dead

I hear you, I wish you well