I'm not the kind who's born for the simple life,
And the simple things, and the simple thoughts to set inside.
No, I'm not that kind.
Some times feels so ok thinking of sell my soul
For a big world tour and a Rolling Stone cover
I would never feel sober.

Everything ends up making me sick so I want to live in my Crystal Castle forever
(Waiting for the highest bid)
Maybe there I'm just safe inside to express my obsession for things that shine.
For things that shine.

What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
Is all I want from you.
I want your everything.
I want your everything.
To be your everything,
Seeking your everything.