Constellations (I)

I saw constellations
That didn’t turn out like they seemed
Due to complications
From wounds that I received
In a confrontation
With Mexican police
But right or wrong you hold on
Tight
There was condemnation
Cause I let it be my god
And assassinations
But just of characters
And emancipation
Comes only after all is lost
Cause right or wrong you hold on
Tight

Did you sacrifice your love for the applause
Pretend that it meant more than it does
Tell yourself to be yourself you’d have to kill yourself
And use it all for fuel
Cause you always want it all