there is no color to limestone no color to life

i can read my own books yeah you don't need to write for me

oh what if there's more 

if it's out there its evil

i know there's more 

i don't know how to feel

i wanna wear my own clothes that i steal from the shops

i'll apologize later i can bust my own chops

i'll paint my own eyes i'll scrape my own knees

i'll look you in yours and i'll choose not to please you

there is no catch at the bottom no cable to pull

i'll step off my own cliffs and you'll see as i stumble towards you

oh what if there's more

it's out there it's evil

i know there's more

i don't know how to feel

i don't know how to feel

i wanna talk about something that has no soul

maybe one day i'll breathe i'll be nobody's fool

i'll write my own lines and let out my own name

billy, one day i'll win and it won't be your fame anymore

let it be mine 

let it be mine

let it be fortune and let it be mine

let me be selfish

who do i speak to

let it be mine 

let me own what i need to

i wanna smile at women and laugh at the sun

i wanna give out a loan and have it just be for fun

i wanna learn to rhyme simple to be my own muse

there is love in the bushes and more there to choose

more there to choose more there to choose

love me in the bushes and more if you choose to

what if there's more

if it's out there it's evil

i know there's more

i don't know how to feel

what if there's more

i don't know how to feel

what if there's more

i know there's more

i know