[Intro] (A fast, manic acoustic bluegrass banjo picking like a frantic clock, suddenly crushed by a heavy, suffocating metal guitar chug) [Verse 1] Look at the stars on the screen, look at the rags to the riches Had to cut up your face, had to bury the name of your given Stripped of your history, traded bloodline for a brand Just a plastic-faced puppet built to shake the devil's hand Got a mansion in the hills, got a diamond-studded chain But behind the velvet curtain, man, it’s rotting with the pain They sell their soul to the machine for a billboard top spot Now they're dancin' for the master with the heart that they forgot. [Chorus] So hide behind the women, the liquor, and the gold! Paint a corpse-grin on the face of a creature with no soul! Numb the hollow in your chest, let the flashbulbs pop! You’ve got everything you wanted, but you’re never gonna stop! With the millions in the bank and the devil on your tongue— You’re just a ghost in a machine, and your final song is sung! [Verse 2] Another bottle to the head, another body in the bed Swallowin' down the white pills to kill the voices in your head Chasin' after numbness as the venom takes the wheel Slowly rottin' from inside while the wicked smiles reveal Just a phantom in the sheets, just a shadow in the room Drownin' in the glamour as you dig your early tomb. [Chorus] So hide behind the women, the liquor, and the gold! Paint a corpse-grin on the face of a creature with no soul! Numb the hollow in your chest, let the flashbulbs pop! You’ve got everything you wanted, but you’re never gonna stop! With the millions in the bank and the devil on your tongue— You’re just a ghost in a machine, and your final song is sung! [Verse 3] Begged for a way out, but the master locked the door Nowhere left to run when you're bleedin' on the floor Pull the final trigger just to make the nightmare cease While a million screaming fans cry and moan for their piece Thinkin' in your final breath you finally broke the run— Then the devil steps right up, 'cause the final deal is done! [Bridge] (The tempo drops instantly into a slow, crushing sludge-metal stomp. Banjo plays a lonely, weeping, eerie riff while the guitars drag heavy) Nothin' in your eyes... Nothin' in your hands... Just dancin' for the devil in a dead man's land. You got the fame! You got the name! Without his signature, you’re nothin' but shame! (Scream) YOU SOLD IT ALL FOR NUTHIN'! [Guitar Solo] (A blistering, chaotic battle between a hyper-speed, distorted banjo and a down-tuned heavy metal guitar shred) [Chorus] So hide behind the women, the liquor, and the gold! Paint a corpse-grin on the face of a creature with no soul! Numb the hollow in your chest, let the flashbulbs pop! You’ve got everything you wanted, but you’re never gonna stop! With the millions in the bank and the devil on your tongue— You’re just a ghost in a machine, and your final song is sung! [Outro] (Music gets increasingly chaotic, frantic bluegrass speed clashing with heavy distortion) Nothin' left inside... Just a mask to wear. Smile for the camera, buddy... He’s standin' right there. (A final, echoing guitar screech and a single plucked banjo string dying out)
