Spotlight

(альбом: Creeker - 2018)

Woo-woo, whoa

I walk the line, black leather, silver chains
I'm blinded by the fame every time I hit the stage
Head bangs, beer spray, stage dives, hand waves
Till the lights blow out
And when they go out I'll be...

In a glass box suffocating from the fame and fortune
In a glass box, yeah it's quiet, with everlasting motion
And I can't breathe and I can't see and I can't be myself
And even in the spotlight you can't see that I need help

So many hands everywhere I go
Tryna pull me into their frigid killing snow
Their hearts are cold, my touch of flame
They'll tell a lie to get higher
They all want a piece of my fire

The glass box can't be broken, clearness cannot be tempting
No oxygen inside so I don't know how I'm living

In a glass box suffocating from the fame and fortune
In a glass box, yeah it's quiet, with everlasting motion
And I can't breathe and I can't see and I can't be myself
And even in the spotlight you can't see that I need help

In a glass box suffocating from the fame and fortune
In the glass box, yeah it's quiet, with everlasting motion
With everlasting motion

The glass box can't be broken, clearness cannot be tempting
No oxygen inside so I don't know how I'm living

In a glass box suffocating from the fame and fortune
In a glass box, yeah it's quiet, with everlasting motion
And I can't breathe and I can't see and I can't be myself
And even in the spotlight you can't see that I need help