I, like, looked up, and there was a room full of people watching

Incubus

I hear you on the radio
You permeate my screen, it's unkind, but
If I met you in a scissor fight
I'd cut off both your wings on principle alone
On principle alone

Hey, megalomaniac
You're no Jesus
Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis
Wash your hands clean of yourself, baby
And step down, step down, step down

If I were your appendages
I'd hold open your eyes so you would see
That all of us are heaven-sent (and there was never meant to be only one)
And there was never meant to be only one
To be only one

Hey, megalomaniac
You're no Jesus
Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis
Wash your hands clean of yourself, baby
And step down, step down, step down

Step down
Step down
Oh, step down

Step down, hey!

You're, you're, you're
You're no Jesus
You're not Elvis
You're no Jesus
You're no Jesus
You're not Elvis
You're no answer, ooh
Step down, step down
Step down, step down, hey, hey

Hey, megalomaniac
You're no Jesus
Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis
Wash your hands clean of yourself, baby
And step down, step, step down

Step down
Oh, step down
Oh, step down
Step down

What was that look, José?
Oh