Just another set of liars
Singing songs
Who want to take the applause to bed
As long as they get theirs and sell to the lowest denominator
Who can settle for cheap parvenu
To pirouette just to stay in view
Dilettante, the kind that they want
Thought themselves a challenging shape
But a simple formula is all it takes
To figure them out
No real function, it's true
Flaunting and flashing to showcase a sense
Of virtue despite the defense
Of the frauds they always forget
To get their morsel of attention and avoid ruining the delusional effect
Sacred clown
Stumbled, found out
So worried about how much people care
You're going to want to switch to being spared
So forget forgiveness the clique counterfeits
Cause I brought these candles for all of them at the inevitable wake
So tell me, was it worth it
They're trying to find me again
They're trying to find me again
Don't know why
I'm skeptical of the handshake
Especially of one that knows yet repeats "don't know why"
They think I forgot what they said
They think I forgot what they said
No, I did not
They think I forgot what they said
No, I did not