Trial of the Golden Witch - Who the f** is Conrad? lyrics

Uh, Yeh, Yah, uh- Come on I'll tell you a little story Remember when I was a human being Who did normal things That weren't interesting To anybody but me? Now I'm living the meme I don't know how to be me They call me: Digibro Everybody that I know is famous compared to you We all do YouTube, and mix our juju My whole crew is genius Anybody who looks can see this But I wonder of the cost I spent What I've lost being so relentless And maybe senseless in my own exile I'm almost sure I had friends that could make me smile That I ain't seen in quite a while I must have touched someone once, and even got wild But now I'm not sure how long it's been Since the last time I thought of myself as good friend And ties are tough to mend It's easier to buy a flight than it is to say goodbye And to go on letting them think of me as the bad guy I can't cry, 'cause it's all my fault But I can't go back after I cleared that vault I can't change the fact that I've changed completely Walked with my own two feet There is no real me I've let my own art completely eat me I see the East and it's burning red Like the blood that seeps deep into my bed And it's fine 'cause we'll all be dead soon I'll ride this tide out until the red moon explodes I know what the future holds Either it's soon, or it's after I grow old And I'm not sold on the thought that this soul Is something I've totally got under my own control Digibro, that's the life I chose Ran away from home for the cash, fame, hoes Staring out to the East, sad As a commenter asks, "who the f** is Conrad?" "I don't know," I respond, stone cold As the one tear rolls off my gay dead bones I'm a grown a** man in some grown a** pain Thinking how I'll never see my old self again Digibro, that's the life I chose Ran away from home for the cash, fame, hoes Staring out to the East, sad As a commenter asks, "who the f** is Conrad?" "I don't know," I respond, stone cold As the one tear rolls off my gay dead bones I'm a grown a** man in some grown a** pain Thinking how I'll never see my old self again I see the East and it's burning red Like the blood that seeps deep into my bed And it's fine 'cause we'll all be dead soon I'll ride this tide out until the red moon explodes I know what the future holds Either it's soon, or it's after I grow old And I'm not sold on the thought that this soul Is something I've totally got under my own control