So many things to see Reality is softer through an lcd screen Rigged Esthetics and fucking capitalistic dreams All seem in my reach
Damn I should be flying, floating amongst the stars My wings are spread and flapping but it’s just too hard Sun is far, why is the wax already melting, drooling down ? Lost in this maze, I gaze up to the Milky Way My ego goes up and down twerking on this symphony I'm a bird, I'm a plane, I'm a god, now I'm sucked back to mediocrity How can I be so weak? I'm a piece of art Sadness has no price for everything else there’s MasterCard
But it's all possible; all accessible I won't be another sad clown in this circus But it's all possible, so fucking buyable Sculpted in silicone anyone can stand on Mount Olympus In Walmart I trust
It’s just a race for the newest grail I'll put my lips to each cup, to every vase I'll pull out the blade Holy syrup running through my veins Modern slaves have no fucking chains, I’m in debt
Damn I’m so hollow just call me a shrink I’m a blank note in desperate need of ink I’m a wooden doll lacking a spell A church that’s lost its fucking bell Possessions for an empty shell Give me a fate, set me on fire, make me a flame Let me enlighten the worthless and plain It's a lifelong quest
But in the end it all fake, lost in bullshit, I pretend and feignTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
