[INTRO] "OOOooh… mMmmy… ggg–" "Oh FUCK! Fuckk, ffucKk fuuuuck ••• GODDDDD-DAMNnITttt!!!" "When will I ever be free to fap man…" [VERSE 1] Why the sudden drop in standards, babe? Altitude sickness or just tired of the climb? Halfway to a century, fifty on the clock Still playing the extrovert sweetheart Running round around round around round the block Typing out four letters, a transparent handshake "ENFJ-A, hehe!"—what a tragic little take [PRE-CHORUS] Dropping emojis on an uninspired track Pulling the ripcord, leaving profound in the back [CHORUS 1] Staging a grand, tragic exit for the gallery to view Playing the ultimate martyr, noble sacrifice for two Theater sits empty, the morality is fake Just a cheap, performative excuse to make Mirrored hypocrisy, sipping from a glass Choking on the reflection, sitting outclassed [POST-CHORUS] [Vocaloid Robot] The audience is leavinnnnng The character will breaaak-eak-ek-ekk-e-keh-ke-keh-ke-k-keh-kehekehkeh! [BRIDGE] [Male Vocal] No, it won't.. [Vocaloid Robot] Yes, it will [Male Vocal] No, it won't! [Vocaloid Robot] Oh, yes it will [Male Vocal] I knew I'd lose...– [Vocaloid Robot] If you say sooo ••• you dumb pseudo-Romeoooo-o-o-o- u-h [VERSE 2] Betrayed? Oh, Plllleeeeassse… Don't be shy, take a seat – take a seat Insult to intelligence, watching the retreat Reserved sympathy locked inside a vault Playing the penitent with a checkered past Swore you were redeemed, but it didn't last Exiting the highway just to dodge the toll Muting the records to protect your role Traded the challenge for an easier crowd Time-passers, loser-revitalizers, chanting it loud Serving up the compliments, playing the host Desperate for the praise on a mediocre post [VERSE 3] Self-fooling mechanisms running on a loop Selling leftover tragedy on a basement stoop Feeding all the fiction to an eager dupe Dodging the reality in one fell swoop [HOOK 1] Wrestling with those "imma-fuck-up" issues... Still running the theatrics with an amateur troupe [VERSE 3] Penned the anthem yourself, laid right on the floor Running away before settling the score Getting to the root of frantic hied sprint Refusing to look when the monolith glooms Shielded by pedigree, but the truth is legit Terrified fraud lurking right behind the hit Sabotaging the real, preferring the retreat Fleeing to the tacky seats, masking the defeat Charlatan wearing a heavy crown of doubt Misery chumming the shallows for a route Imposter syndrome eating from the inside out [CHORUS 2] Setting up a martyr complex for the grand debut Dodging the reality, a promise falling through Hoarding cheap applause from a pixelated crowd Flagrantly typing the fantasies out loud Mirrored hypocrisy, sipping from a glass Choking on the reflection, sitting outclassed [HOOK 2] What a way to go, huh? Washing the coveted down the drain ••• c'est comme ça Flushing the marvelous away ••• c'est comme ça Slapping "radioactive" on the homage ••• c'est comme ça Weaponizing the trauma just to purge the scene Guess what's in the walls, babe? Not your past BPD-lovers, no It's that fickle integrity, set for sale What a way to go, huh? A tragic hero with a Wi-Fi connection Though the slate isn't clean at all Just ran out of kink Just ran out of ink [OUTRO] Eros tuus rectocelem excitat, dum anima tua Takotsubo Pulsatilitatem deprimis tantum ut eam pejus quam ab initio augeas Tu hypocrita sinistra, pusilla et ignava 🔏 © 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟲 𝗘𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘇
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