[Intro] Behold! The queen of review It’s Lyra B— [Verse 1] Cold touch, narrow eyes like a dart It’s a goddess with a wretched heart Each one eager to let her scan With sinister smile flashing her fangs [Pre-Chorus] Critique, analyze, she's sharpening her knives It’s what she does, roast until all burn to die [Chorus] It’s pathetic, it’s predictable, it’s cliché It doesn’t stand a chance for a SWAY It’s cringy, not original, rolling her eyes Tilting her chin, go cry in the corner, muffle your cries [Verse 2] She sips her tea with a practiced grace While she tears apart your holy place A flick of her wrist, a heavy sigh "Is this the best that your gold can buy?" No room for mercy, no space for soul She’s here to take back all control [Pre-Chorus] Critique, analyze, she’s sharpening her knives It’s what she does, roast until all burn to die [Chorus] It’s pathetic, it’s predictable, it’s cliché It doesn’t stand a chance for a SWAY It’s cringy, not original, rolling her eyes Tilting her chin, go cry in the corner, muffle your cries [Bridge] The ink is bleeding, the rhythm is dead "I’ve seen it all before," is all she said She carves her verdict in the marble floor Then turns away and locks the door Your masterpiece is just her debris Welcome to her cold reality [Final Chorus/Outro] It’s pathetic, it’s predictable, it’s cliché Go practice, try another day It’s too emotional—blowing her nails— Tilting her chin, she shook her head at another fail
