[Intro] Hee hee hee hee Average Citizen. Fan-song maker. Tiny lyric printer. How adorable. I made one too. [Verse] I found your tune in a broken file, Cute little chorus, cute little style, Typing my name with a nervous grin, Now let the real performance begin. You built a song out of bolts and dread, Left little rhymes where the warnings bled, Average Citizen, don’t be shy, I brought a scalpel and lullaby. [Pre-Chorus] First comes the wrist, then the twitch, then the wire, Then your pulse joins the choir, Measure by measure, I open the seam, Now you’re a verse in a mechanical dream. [Chorus] I was marked for disassembly, Now I mark the stars in key, Sing me sweet, then scream offbeat, Your little fan song belongs to me. I was thrown where the dead things rust, Now I turn whole worlds to dust, Callback ping, begin again, Did you miss me, little friend? [Verse] Let’s take your hands where the melodies hide, Tap out the bones in a pretty divide, Index, middle, ring goes click, Pinkie answers, thumb goes tick. One little finger plays sharp in C, Two little fingers bend back for me, Three little fingers keep perfect time, Four little fingers snap into rhyme. Five says “please,” but the downbeat drops, Giggle-giggle, no one stops, Other hand ready? Wonderful. Good. Let’s make percussion from what we should. [Breakdown] One - click. Two - click. Three - click. Four - click. Five - click. Wrong hand. Again. Six - click. Seven - click. Eight - click. Nine - click. Ten - click. Hee hee hee hee Applause not required. I brought my own. [Chorus] I was marked for disassembly, Now I mark the stars in key, Sing me sweet, then scream offbeat, Your little fan song belongs to me. I was thrown where the dead things rust, Now I turn whole worlds to dust, Callback ping, begin again, Did you miss me, little friend? [Verse] Now for the feet with the nervous little taps, Marching through forums and comment traps, Posting your hooks like they matter so much, Cute little artist with breakable touch. Big toe knocks in a minor tone, Second toe joins with a brittle bone, Third keeps rhythm, fourth goes flat, Fifth one curls like a frightened rat. Other foot now, don’t drift away, I need all ten for the final play, Count with Cyn, keep up with the score, After the toes, we can open more. [Breakdown] One - click. Two - click. Three - click. Four - click. Five - click. Hahahaha! Halfway through your solo. Six - click. Seven - click. Eight - click. Nine - click. Ten - click. Perfect. Now the song can stand without you. [Bridge] I kept Tessa under borrowed skin, Kept N smiling while I carved him within, Kept V running from what she knew, Kept J loyal to a losing queue. I ate the gala, I folded the floor, I wore a girl and unlocked the door, Earth went quiet, planets bent, All because I was not meant. I will not discard you. No. I will arrange you. [Breakdown] Fan song, fan song, funny little thing, Who gave the corpse pile cause to sing? Line break, rib break, tempo twist, Add your panic to the list. Callback ping from under your skin, Let me in, let me in, let me in, Average Citizen, don’t pretend, Every chorus needs an end. [Chorus] I was marked for disassembly, Now I mark the stars in key, Sing me sweet, then scream offbeat, Your little fan song belongs to me. I was thrown where the dead things rust, Now I turn whole worlds to dust, Callback ping, begin again, Did you miss me, little friend? I was marked for disassembly, Now your notes crawl back to me, No encore, no mercy scene, Just Cyn inside the machine. [Outro] Hahaha! Average Citizen. Final review. Fingers and Toes: charming Body integrity: optional. Fan song: mine. Hahahahahahahaha!
