paroles de chanson Murderer - grandson

I got sunshine when you're near
All my problems disappear
When you're gone, I'm back to blue
Tell me, what's the point of living
In a world so unforgiving?
What's the point of living without you?

I just wanna be a rockstar
With a million people following
Need you to like me, so I keep bottling
Bad thoughts, swallowing pills, still wallowing
Thrills feel hollow, obsessed with success
Made a "next up" list
Got a song going viral
I'm backstage at a show with my rival
I'm a phony, I'm a psycho
My ego follows me wherever I go (go)

Sign the dotted line on a contract
Half a million advanc, giving me a chance
Want it so bad, it takes all control of me
Nobody from back in the day can get a hold of me now
Mom and dad totally proud
I come home to Toronto, it's a sold out crowd
But there ain't nobody showing me how
And when you're this high up
It's a long way down

I got sunshine when you're near
All my problems disappear
When you're gone, I'm back to blue
Tell me, what's the point of living
In a world so unforgiving?
What's the point of living without you?

Second song flopped, get dropped
Thought that I was on top
Now I watch as all of these kids pass me
He's more young, he's more handsome
I get mad, I throw tantrums
I was the man last week!
The algorithm is against me
My content ain't getting seen, it upsets me
Didn't you know, all of this pop punk sells?
I wanna unload all of these shotgun sells

If Sean Evans don't let me onto Hot Ones
I'ma give him hell, kill him and kill myself
Don't know how to heal myself
Shit, I don't even know if I'm still myself
Yungblud and MGK, they better give me a feature
Or they'll be comin' with me to the reaper
Travis, you didn't share the song neither
Thought I was in the game, I'm sittin' on the bleachers

Well, I'm sick of bein' underrated
I'd rather be the one that faded
I'm the best of a generation
Guess I gotta die to get my celebration
I'm sick of this pretend alternative
Don't care if I offend conservatives
It's the rock album of the year, I'm sure of it
So why the fuck hasn't anybody heard of it?

Sad to reflect on the lack of respect
That I have for the things that I have
I'm a wreck
It ain't gonna change for a bag or a check
The hole in my soul keeps racking up debt
But it's too late for me, I should've learned earlier
Mom's gotta bury her son, he's such a worrier
Send a message to my fans, direct courier
Tune in live for suicide, I'm a murderer

I got sunshine when you're near
All my problems disappear
When you're gone, I'm back to blue
Tell me, what's the point of living
In a world so unforgiving?
What's the point of living without you?

It was a midsummer's day, raining steadily
When they came to reclaim the disgraced celebrity
Toxicology found, medicated heavily
Oxycontin and weed, cocaine, amphetamines
Friends and family horrified
Online he was glorified
More plays on his Spotify
Some even thought that he was still alive
A couple copycat suicides, that was ill-advised

We ignored his cries and pleas
Until we posted his RIPs, it's ironic
That attention, he got high for it
To live forever, he had to die for it
Or so he thought
'Cause a couple of months go on
Forgotten for the new kid in town, so forth, so on
Another sob story when a star can't handle it
Lost angel fallen in Los Angeles