Wanna build a city out of tin foil

So I could reign down

Bow down

Got blood like a royal

Greed lust in excess

'Cause everybody got a different version of success

'Cause we live un a paper town full of fake things

Plastic crowns

Nothin' ever how it seems

All the people say

Would you rather be rich and famous

Or fit into the crow be nameless

Do you wanna sell your soul to the devil

To go up one notch one level

People say follow your heart

But then they pick and tear and rip rip you apart

But life's already so hard

Every little penny hurts everybody got scars

Would you rather be rich and famous

Or fit into the crowd be nameless

Do you wanna sell your soul to the devil

To go up one notch one level

I guess I get a little caught up

Caught up yeah caught up

My feelings sometimes a little too much

Too much yeah too much yeah

I guess I get a little caught up

Caught up yeah caught up

My feelings sometimes a little too much

Too much yeah

Would you rather be rich and famous

Or fit into the crowd be nameless

Do you wanna sell your soul to the devil

To go up one notch one level