Testo Ronald.

I'm becoming my shadow
Just a name for my taxes
A name for my brand
I'm forty-three and an asshole
And I hate all of my fans
'Cause they too much like past souls
Past people who act exactly like me
Mm-mm, I'm so entitled and sick Mm, I'm scared to die like a freak

I'm scared to take that step
Outside my delusions
And how can I protect my life
In spite of my music?

A festival full of junkies
Singin' my lyrics and they cheerin' my name
I'm fake-deep in my forties
And yet, these people still don't know they're insane

What will I do? (What will I do? What will I do?)
What will I do? (What will I do? Oh-oh-oh)
What will I do? (What will I do? What will I do?) What will I do? (What will I do? Oh-oh-oh)
What will I do? (What will I do? What will I do?)
What will I do? (What will I do? What will I do?)

What thе fuck did I get myself into?