Maybe we're destined for greatness
Maybe we'll conquer the world
Maybe today will be the last day our story goes unheard
Somebody give me a signal
Somebody show me a sign
I'm at the end of my tether
Come on and throw me a line
No you won't hear me on the radio
You won't see me on the news
But I'm coming for you
And I'm coming soon
We were raised to believe
We be worshipped like celebrities
The Gods on the radio
The heroes on every TV screen
To make a sound so loud
That you'd feel it coming up from underground
Or shine a light so bright
That you'd see in the sky for miles around
No you won't hear me on the radio
You won't see me on the news
But I'm coming for you
And I'm coming soon
Because this light in my eyes is not blinding me
No, this hum in my heart is not deafening
This feeling inside me is calling me on
This beat deep inside me, this beckoning drum
This beckoning drum
No you won't hear me on the radio
You won't see me on the news
But I'm coming for you
And I'm coming soon