Dead Star Shine

Underneath a pitch black sky, with the bright stars My only guide through the cover of darkness Lying on my back, staring up through a cloud of smoke Was when I found a brief moment of catharsis A path to follow, in a ride that I borrowed I hit the road, looking for a brighter tomorrow Live by the sword, but the pen's mightier I wonder if I'll die tryna live by that motto My dad let me in on one of life's little secrets A thing's greatest strength is also it's greatest weakness In the very realisation of our achievements Self-destruction on the path to completeness I be the son of two teachers who each told me When I got old enough not to follow in their footsteps Said I should dream bigger cos they wished they coulda And that teachers never seem to get the thanks they should get Well I'm sorry Mum and Dad but I think I messed the plan up Cos I'm starting to think maybe I am one I stand up in front of these people, class is in session Pay attention, requesting they put their hands up I ask the questions but you have the answers Yours is the voice that makes the anthem I know it seems like nothing's going to plan, but Do you really think that this is random? [Hook] There I am looking up at the night Getting lost in the stars See how they burn so bright But they seem so far So many light years away they could die And you wouldn't know, still putting on a show I don't know if it's a beautiful sight Maybe my eye caught that dead star shine Dead star shine, shine, shine dead star shine Shine, shine, dead star shine Shine, shine, dead star shine In a minute you can get passed by You can get passed by, shine, shine dead star shine Shine, shine, dead star shine Shine, shine, dead star shine In a minute you can get passed by So now I'm getting by with a little bit of kindness from strangers Under skyscraper lights I wander aimless Making arrangements, to wake your neighbours Tryna keep a straight face when they tell me I'm famous Nah, my head in a mess of mixed messages In the same breath I'm your hero or your nemesis Soothsayer or conveyer of your sentiments The object of your affections, even your therapist Cos therapy is what this music is, a best friend to a moody kid Got me sitting on a black couch in a padded room Singing the blues in these tunes No wonder I'm starting to think I'm fucking losing it Sunday night revelations, misguided attempts at a medical meditation Dunno if it's hell, nothing or heaven waiting In the meantime I'mma have me a celebration I walked the city streets til my feet hurt from calluses Returned home to find my hands frozen with paralysis At the end of the search was the catalyst Took it back to the lab for further analysis Heard the siren, saw the ambulance fly by Maybe my eye caught a flicker in the nights sky Price of admission to the greatest heights And everybody got their own way to shine bright right? [Hook]