Glory

In a small hotel room at the border of the sea
And a whole world between my army and me
In a small hotel room at the border of sanity
Cut off my landmarks and identity
Oh, the moon is glaring at me
Oh, stars pointing at me
In this small hotel room within these suffocating walls
I train my ear to the unresponsive calls
In this small hotel room, new decor and different view
Stripped of all the habits that I knew
I’m always on the run and I hate copy paste for god’s sake
Oh, the moon is glaring at me
Oh, stars pointing at me
Oh, it’s such a laughable sight
Oh, when you’ve seen me in a different light
Treacherous glory
Shallow popularity
Teach us integrity
To swallow this reality
In a small hotel room, free yet a detainee
For I lost my context, the definition of me
In a small hotel room deprived from life’s zest
'Cause my entourage’s eyes were my confidence’s nest
Oh, the moon is glaring at me
Oh, stars pointing at me
Oh, it’s such a laughable sight
Oh, when you’ve seen me in a different light
Treacherous glory
Shallow popularity
Teach us integrity
To swallow this reality