[Verse 1] Step out of the glare, if you even can Step out of the frame, look at a broken man Every conversation was a stage you built Every single tear was just designer guilt You needed the room to stop and stare A walking ghost in a tailored glare Nothing else matters when the spotlight's on Well, turn around, darling, 'cause the crowd is gone [Pre-Chorus] You feed on the eyes, you drink the applause A beautiful king with beautiful flaws But the curtains are falling, the truth is coming clear You only loved me when a camera was near [Chorus] Yeah, the sex was great, I won't lie to your face! When you weren't staring at your own reflection in the place! But out of that bed, the temperature drops The music dies out and the fantasy stops! You’re shallow! You’re boring! A ghost in the hall! Just a pretty little face with absolutely no brawl! [Verse 2] I tried to find substance beneath the skin I knocked on the door, but nobody was in Just a collection of trophies, a gallery of pride A perfect exterior with nothing inside You want a fan club, not a lover's hand But I am a man, not a grandstand [Pre-Chorus] You feed on the eyes, you drink the applause A beautiful king with beautiful flaws But the curtains are falling, the truth is coming clear You only loved me when a camera was near [Chorus] Yeah, the sex was great, I won't lie to your face! When you weren't staring at your own reflection in the place! But out of that bed, the temperature drops The music dies out and the fantasy stops! You’re shallow! You’re boring! A ghost in the hall! Just a pretty little face with absolutely no brawl! [Bridge] Look at you now... all alone in the lights... [Vocal transition to heavy distorted chest belt] [Electronic synth riser building up] Screaming at a mirror in the middle of the night! With no one left to clap! NO ONE LEFT TO CLAP! [Chorus] [Full electronic dance production peak] Yeah, the sex was great, I won't lie to your face! When you weren't staring at your own reflection in the place! But out of that bed, the temperature drops The music dies out and the fantasy stops! You’re shallow! You’re boring! A ghost in the hall! Just a pretty little face with absolutely no brawl! [Outro] No brawl... Just an empty spotlight.
