Poets carved from pain and alienation
from them we gain or inspiration
Thorns and dice we might just survive
all this self-destruction that we tend to hide

Stardom or suicide
flirt with fate and wonder why
it's either stardom or suicide for some
No longer care for what they say
you're with me or you're in the way
Tired prose you know that I need more

Outcasts shine with anticipation
tragedy tarnishes the celebration
Masquerade they seem so satisfied
few really know salvation, to them it's just a lie

They don't think we have a chance I know
they need to be a little more humble

Oh yeah you'll be a star if you survive