I can only give you everything
The rest is up to you
They'll kiss you on the way up
And kick you on the way down
I don't know who I'm stepping to

Tick-tock, the clock don't stop
Every time you need a break
Dance like there's no one watching
Get a million hits a day
They got conviction, they got facts
They will show you their receipts
They can't wait when you clap back
It's a whiplash on your feed

I can only give you everything
The rest is up to you
I've got every color of the rainbow in my past
I sure hope the light shines through

City halls and PTAs
People lining up to speak
To have a healthy dialogue
We need a safe word of the week
Kickstart my aching heart
Another GoFundMe to give
Can I be a little cynical
Without being insensitive?
You think you know my intentions
But you can't see in my mind
Before you turn up the volume
Yelling on your megaphone
Look in the mirror sometime
You think you know my intentions
I wonder what you will find
Why don't you give up the holy roller know-it-all tone
Look in the mirror sometime

It's like talking to a braindead megaphone
Braindead megaphone
It's like talking to a braindead megaphone
Braindead megaphone
It's like talking to a braindead megaphone
Braindead megaphone
It's like talking to a braindead megaphone
Braindead megaphone
It's like talking to a braindead megaphone
Braindead megaphone
It's like talking to a braindead megaphone
Braindead megaphone
It's like talking to a braindead megaphone
Braindead megaphone
It's like talking to a braindead megaphone
Braindead megaphone