Windchimes

Soul unsold
Never on the market, worth more than gold
Deep down that's what I know
But there's a crow on the lamp post outside of the window
I close the shades and focus on getting paid
No sense in being afraid of the black parade
Whoever said the artists have to go hungry?
Who said you can't be real and make some money?
I'm cool, I never wanted your jewels
But still, back in the day I played myself for a fool
And that's some shit they don't tell you in school
That you can't make clean money playing dirty pool
So I'm overworking my sweat glands trying to see grands
Leather hands on spray cans and mic stands
And for the wealthiest one percent in the land
I'll be rich in ways they will never understand

I will never change
I'll just keep on reaching for that sky
That sky
I will never change
I'll just keep on reaching for that sky
That sky

Used to be a good prospect
Now I'm a DIY project
I'm like a home grown foreign object
I build myself up, I break myself down
Perfection always is a work in progress
Yeah, but I won't change for coin
And I'll start the type of league you can't pay to join
And we'll propagate in coffee shops 'til late
And contemplate our fate and how to stop the hate
Yeah (Yeah)
And we'll attract what we are
And I am what I am regardless of the scars
Born for the road regardless of the car
I'd rather be a water fountain than a cash bar
I'd rather lift their spirits every waking minute
My crew grow together breaking limits
And continue to expand like the universe
And let no one else determine our worth

I will never change
I'll just keep on reaching for that sky
I will never change
I'll just keep on reaching for that sky

Am I a boardwalk or a subway (Hey)
Am I a round trip or a one way (Hey)
Am I a Friday night or a Sunday
(Hey)
Am I the future or a someday
(Hey)

I will never change
I'll just keep on reaching for that sky
I will never change
I'll just keep on reaching for that sky