This was real
Oh, this was what you've all come to see and feel
But I'm starting to doubt my reality
'Cause it does not last long once the cash is gone

'Cause eventually all of this must become
Zeros & ones
Everything, everywhere, everyone
Zeros & ones

I'm in love
Oh, I love what I can convince you of
'Cause I'm a prophet by trade and a salesman by blood
Now I'm dying just to be a filtered, sub-cultural version of me

'Cause eventually all of this must become
Zeros & ones
Everything, everywhere, everyone
Zeros & ones

My blood is red, dripping on a page
If I'm brave enough to cut myself
But the more it sells, it thins my blood

'Cause eventually all of this must become
Zeros & ones
Everything, everywhere, everyone
Zeros & ones