Ego Feeder

AngelofAnarchy

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Congrats you were born stronger than me
I was raised picking thorns from gravel
With a chipped smile and splinters in my veins
Your silver spoon against my plastic fork

No blueprint just scars for guidance
I got here because I'm grittier
And the bitterness aged like wine

So unconfident but keep climbing wanting more
I fucking want more
Have a playlist called ego feeder
I play it loud just to feed the fire
Burning my worth just to lift them higher
And they all fucking burn
But I'd rather be me than admired

Just getting warmed up!
Don't get me wrong, I really care what you think
Got really tired of building myself up just to break
Stopped setting myself on fire for warmth

Now I speak in silence
Let my absence echo louder than applause
You kept shouting your worth like a warning
I built mine with no one watching

So unconfident but keep climbing wanting more
I fucking want more
Have a playlist called ego feeder
I play it loud just to feed the fire
Burning my worth just to lift them higher
And they all fucking burn
But I'd rather be me than admired

In fact, drown me in your own disgrace
I don't need your praise I'm past that place
In this music I am truly free
Don't even want you to listen
Only wanna do my algorithm

Emo people make me uncomfortable
Our pain doesn't match your living room decor
We'll just turn it up louder

Set fire to every rule they made for us
Kiss in the chaos dance on the edge
If we're going down
Let's make it a fucking master piece

So unconfident but keep climbing wanting more
I fucking want more
Have a playlist called ego feeder
I play it loud just to feed the fire
Burning my worth just to lift them higher
And they all fucking burn
But I'd rather be me than admired

In fact, drown me in your own disgrace
I don't need your praise I'm past that place
In this music I am truly free
Don't even want you to listen
Only wanna do my algorithm

I play it loud enough to crack the mirror
Because I need to see myself shatter to believe I'm still real
There's no chorus, no hook, no fame deal
Just blood on my mic and spit on the steering wheel

This isn't therapy it's a knife I keep singing through
Each scream a confession I wasn't supposed to prove
I don't need your streams, your claps, your fake love
I've got my own hell and it fits like a glove

So let me rot in the cage I made
Let me rage on this piano unafraid
I'm not broken
I'm becoming
And this chaos?
It's fucking stunning