We all wanna be seen
That's who you are, obscene
We've gone too far
It's not enough just to be where you are
You need to know that we know that you were

This might not mean anything until someone
Intervenes with who you are
Angels, devils
Are one and the same
Playing field, level
Not in this game
Different levels

I will leave you alone
When you stop harassing me
You attack with a phone
'Cause we're all allowing
Here is nothing to see
On that you must trust me

What's called obscene
Isn't half as bad as the fact that it's been seen and advertised

Please don't leave
I haven't got to see who you are

Anger
A stance who are you hurting
Would it kill you to do the dance
How you know you should, you should
Just move to the music

Have the old ways of being lost their charm
You've got so many places to be
Cause you hate where you are
A sore eye sight to see
Is it a dream after the alarm
I see your everything
I want to raise your bar