[Intro: GhostOfAnEgo]
This song is for every underdog, who never became the hero, who flat out lost
Who got f**ed for no reason, undeservedly
[Verse I: GhostOfAnEgo]
I never rest
I'm constantly combating stress
Attacking with tactics of terrible terror
The nightlife's a nightline to nighttime's
Nightly nursery rhymes of nursing my
Bursting curse of humorless hurt
Restarted pains stitched into heart veins
Harp strange
A lovely melody to loveless melancholy
Mental memory mentioning to me
Moments of being left bereft by theft
The anti-hero who loses his muses
To antagonistic heroes
It's aggravating you relating
Hero play Satan
Being patient means waiting
Making music to soothe nocturnal souls
Without infernal goals
You heard the role
Anti-hero without the princess
But I am the prince
Machiavelli
[Chorus: GhostOfAnEgo]
I am not the hero I am not a zero
An anthem to keep at them till you
Back them back away from you
I am not the hero I am not a zero
An anthem to amend
An anthem to help you to the end
[Verse II: GhostOfAnEgo]
Boxing gloves slipped on
Into the ring fear gone
Been beat bloody by
Those who love me
Cover the chest, head shot
Cover the head, chest rocked
Legends born in the ring
Die in the ring, cornered in
Sometimes I get disheartened
Sometimes I let the dark in
Forget the world is mine
And get in the way of my
Dreams
[Chorus]
[Verse III: GhostOfAnEgo]
Staring out the window
Wishing I win though
Wisdom will wistfulness
Not minding mining my mind
By the time I arrive my
Destination's expiration still on vacation
Vacating the vacant variants
To verify trading traitorous
Traces of talent for frowned fortuitous fame
While deciding to decide
Decisions die
Sitting next to sunsets, day's end
Thinking regrets, end of days
Pink skies, tinge of blue
Think guys, what if it was you?
Open road, nowhere to ride
Closed home, nowhere to hide
Confessions of second guessing
You getting the message?
[Chorus]
[Verse IV: GhostOfAnEgo]
Twisted thoughts from disses I fought
Confidence conquered from playground playtime
Played the player to play the naysayers
Saying my maybays be maydays
Hey they hate the way my heydays
Ain't fake nor fade away
Fated to play
Faith in the day I make plays
Still staking days in beat makers
To make my way
Unheard and unnoticed
The verdict is reversed in verses
Verifying versatile versions to
Vertigo vertical vertebrates
Any and all
Ending it all