WAKE UP

[Hook] I've been stuck inside the ceiling, I've been looking for my soul Lost my hand inside the black hole, I've been looking for my soul Slipping feet in the abyss, said I've been looking for my soul Blackness, breathing in the mist, said I've been looking for my soul [Verse] I've been looking for my soul Breathing softly, eyes in darkness I've been keeping on my toes Twisting voices in my chest, said I've been looking for my soul Even teasing for the harpies, I've been living on my lows Love been missing, Winter's cold I've been hiding in my clothes Fake Versace on the fingers, superficial with the goals Hype been dripping from my shows Eyes been lifting from the prose Lights reflecting over nothing, contradictions to my toes I've been happy, I've been grateful I ain't whippin' on the stove [Hook] I've been stuck inside the ceiling, I've been looking for my soul Lost my hand inside the black hole, I've been looking for my soul Slipping feet in the abyss, said I've been looking for my soul Blackness, breathing in the mist, said I've been-- [Outro: "The Devil"] Wake up, wake up Our Mercedes Honda Civic is nearly at its destination A better place? Not necessarily, but a place nevertheless Welcome to fame. Make sure the bags under your eyes are Versace and keep a hole in the shirt for the knife in the back, just in case Get to a dentist right away, because everyone else's smiles are porcelain