Star

Welcome to a record
Called Jesus Christ Superstar
Make yourself at home
Close your eyes
And leave your contacts wherever you can

I’ve got news for those like me
I’ve put a lot of hope in all this creation
For all the ones who feel
Strong as the wind
And believe they can handle everything and more
YEAH

You won’t
Get up
You won’t
Even look at yourself
You won’t
Take a shit
You won’t
See yourself as pretty
You won’t overcome
Your skin’s rotting
With the iPhone shining bright
Your porcelain skin

Stop looking at social media
What a drag
Stop staring at your phone
Have a matcha tea
One of those you like, whichever
But stop comparing
Your ankles or hips
Everyone’s messed up
Everyone’s just fine
Everything always spins and can be the opposite
Everyone will love you
They’ll come to see you
If one day you get some rare disease
Stop taking photos
It’s just a damn cake with berries
Stop with the trends
If you want, you can be the king and queen
Of this country
Of your country Superstar
Just let it be