We all wanna be seen
That's who
You are obscene
We've gone too far
It's not enough just to be where you are
You need to know that we know that you were

This might not mean anything
Until someone intervenes with who you are
Angels, devils, are one in the same
Playing field, level, not in this game
Different levels

I will leave you alone
When you stop harassing me
You attack with a phone
Cause we're all allowing
Here there's nothing to see
On that you must trust me

What's called obscene Isn't half as bad
As the fact that it's been seen and advertised
Please don't leave
I haven't got to see who you are

Anger, a stance
Who are you hurting?
Would it kill you to do the dance?
Ah, you know you should, you should
Just move to the music

Have the old ways of being
Lost their charm?
You've got so many places to be cause you hate where you are

A sore eye sight to see
Is it a dream after the alarm?
I see your everything
And I wanna raise your bar