Everybody thinks their purpose Is to be the next big thing Forgetting that we are just puppets Fighting with the strings We tell our kids they'll special They'll achieve more than the rest Resulting in a society Of people sitting on their ass Greatness comes with hard work But deny that logic out of fear Well, we always have reality TV Being good at nothing became a career We're all addicted to something That takes away the pain We're all desperate to become Something that gives us fame We're all whores of this anxiety, we are And attention as payment is enough I promise i'll be better Greater than the rest Inside of me i'm rotting But i will look my best How many likes give you meaning? Empty numbers that count your self-worth Only show it when it looks impressive Hiding the hard parts of our lives And i will be the next big thing