Nothing is real.
I know this 'cause I made a deal,
with the Devil he told me that I was just wasting my time on the Moon,
So I flew to the Sun.
Lost track of my soul on the run.
Suffering 12th degree burns,
I learnt that the Sun was no fun.
So I ran back to Earth.
Tripped and fell in the glorified dirt
Honestly, Gravity sees me as a liability.
So I held my breath.
'Til my soul left my body for dead.
I'll rip through the clouds to talk to the man in the sky.