Whatever Comes Next
Finding My Path: A Journey of Rebellion and Redemption
Lyrics
I thought the path that I was on was headed for glory.
I believed my chosen path was leading to success and recognition.
Bright lights white lines yeah you've heard all the stories.
Despite hearing stories of fame and excitement, the reality was different.
But one day I woke up, went to fill up my cup and I was frozen.
One day, I woke up feeling stuck, unable to progress further.
'cause I could see all the cracks in the road up ahead that I had chosen.
Realizing the flaws in my chosen path and the challenges ahead.
I tried to push it all down, but somehow it just creeps back up.
Attempting to suppress emotions, but they resurface persistently.
I let it take what it wants, just so long as I can get my cut.
Surrendering to circumstances as long as I can gain something.
But now I'm filled with delusion, awash with confusion and disdain.
Feeling deceived, confused, and disliking the situation.
I try to cover my eyes, but I can hear 'em. And they're calling out my name.
Trying to avoid reality, but external voices are calling me.
But who I am tonight feels so fucking right.
Embracing the current self, even if it feels rebellious.
Burning up inside just to feel alive.
Intense desire for vitality, even if it means inner turmoil.
Yeah who I am tonight feels so fucking right.
Reaffirming the satisfaction in being the present self.
Burning up inside just to feel alive.
Seeking aliveness, even if it comes with internal burning.
Now when I walk through the city, I hear all kinds of shit that people like to say.
Hearing judgmental comments while walking through the city.
He's taking acid, getting ratchet, walking 'round like he's a fucking cliche.
Perceived as engaging in stereotypical behavior, facing criticism.
And as I stumble through the crowd, I feel a shudder through the ground and it starts to open.
Experiencing a transformative moment as the ground shakes.
And all the cracks in the road turn to chasms with a violent explosion.
The challenges intensify, leading to a dramatic and explosive change.
I try to push it all down, but somehow it just creeps back up.
Trying to suppress emotions, but physical effects become pronounced.
My body's starting to ache, I feel the chemicals they start to erupt.
Feeling the impact of substances as they start to take effect.
And now I'm left disillusioned, can't see straight I think I'm going insane.
Left feeling disillusioned and possibly mentally unstable.
Don't wanna listen to 'em now, but I can hear 'em and they're shouting out again.
Resisting external opinions, but they persistently intrude.
"You're just some washed-up, bugged-out kid from the suburbs and you're never gonna make it, so you might as well fake it. Tell your friends and all your family to stop asking questions and let them know what they can do with all their well meant suggestions. 'Cause nothing's gonna stop you, they just don't have your vision. Reached the point of no return yeah you've made all your decisions. You think you're clever? But all you've made's another rendition. Too late to slam on the breaks, yeah it's gonna be a head on collision"
Encountering negative judgments about being unsuccessful and urged to conform.
But who I am tonight feels so fucking right.
Reiterating the sense of rightness in the current rebellious identity.
Burning up inside just to feel alive.
Yearning for intensity and aliveness despite inner turmoil.
Yeah who I am tonight feels so fucking right.
Embracing the present self with a desire for vitality.
Burning up inside just to feel alive.
Seeking aliveness, even if it comes with internal burning.
But who I am tonight feels so fucking right.
Affirming the satisfaction in being the present rebellious self.
Burning up inside just to feel alive.
Intense desire for vitality, even if it means inner turmoil.
Yeah who I am tonight feels so fucking right.
Reaffirming the present rebellious identity for the sake of aliveness.
Burning up inside just to feel alive.
Seeking vitality and intensity, even if it leads to inner turmoil.
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