Post my track in the Lorde group
A comment says 'cringe'
My golden iPhone glow
The only light that sings
I'm trending in my head
A king of my own dread
They type this and they type that
I'm the god of what I'm not
They say 'stay in your lane'
'Don't post my face here'
My mouth tastes like rust
And performance fear
I'm trending in my head
A king of my own dread
They type this and they type that
I'm the god of what I'm not
And the screen is a tide
Pulling me outside
Of my mind of my mind
But I'm not drowning tonight
I'm trending in my head
A king of my own dread
They type this and they type that
I'm the god of what I'm not
Hold me
Kill me
Save me
Make me
Drown
Can you hear me now
(Can you hear me now)
Through the comment section crowd
I'm not just noise
I'm not just sound
I'm Oscar
Can you hear me now
I'm the god
I'm the god of the reply I never send
I'm the god
