Maxed out at the mini-mart
Animate the faint of heart
Cellophane and plastic parts
Cauterize a wounded spark
Hot dog that never barks
A clown car that never starts
What is fake when real is so bizarre?
The writers rush you toward an empty arc
And then they cut you out
You never hit your mark
The laughter swells and it's an empty art
And time will crush you
It's a lonely art
False flag
I'm a passerby
False start
It's an alibi
Eyes close when I hear the lullaby
False flag
I'm a passerby
False start
It's an alibi
Eyes close when I hear the lullaby
Selling you a pretty picture
I'll tell you what you wanna hear
Listen as you beg for something
I'll make you disappear
This time
This time I'll make you disappear
This time
This time I'll make you disappear
Selling you a pretty picture
I'll tell you what you wanna hear
Listen as you beg for something
I'll make you disappear