BT Depress

The glitter is fading, the playback is dead,

Just a ghost in the machine with a crown on my head.

They sold me the numbers, they sold me the lie,

But you can't hear the heart when the music is dry.

No more plastic smiles, no more sugar-coated shame,

I'm digging through the dirt to find a realer name.

Break the glass, break the mold!

I'm not the puppet that the labels sold!

Tear the script, burn the stage!

I'm finally breaking out of the cage!

Better than the static, better than the noise!

Finding my truth, finding my voice!

Yeah, finding my voice!

Counted the seconds and followed the beat,

Walking the line on these pre-paved streets.

But the rhythm is hollow, the melody's thin,

I'm losing the soul that was buried within.

I'd rather be hated for the truth that I find,

Than loved for the lies that I'm leaving behind.

(Leaving behind...)

Break the glass, break the mold!

I'm not the puppet that the labels sold!

Tear the script, burn the stage!

I'm finally breaking out of the cage!

Better than the static, better than the noise!

Finding my truth, finding my voice!

I'm finding my voice!

Was it good enough for you?

Was it good enough for them?

I'm starting over... starting now...

I'm actually good!

No more perfect day. Just this.

(Suga) actually good.

(RM) we're gone.

(J-Hope) free!

Let it go.

Yeah.

We're good now.