[Verse 1] Tripod set, the glass is cold I play the part, I’m bought and sold I mount the body, align the view The sensor blinks—a shade of blue Exposed in the frame, I own the frame. [moan] [Pre-Chorus] Whose face? Whose name? A clown’s world My own shame. [Verse 1 Ending] I fucked the lens Yeah, I fucked the view My past is dead The future’s through. [Chorus] I built the trap The man in the suit Who are you? Clown makeup, absolute. [Verse 2] I watch the playback, see me leave Something living beneath my sleeve The static hisses, a digital ghost I gave the machine the thing I loathe most. [moan] [Bridge] (Stripped, near-spoken) Take it off Take it off I don’t know this face But I recognize the taste It’s metallic, it’s hollow, it’s base. [Chorus] (Full weight, scream cracking through) I built the trap The man in the suit Who are you? Clown makeup, absolute. [Verse 2 Ending] I saw the tape I blocked the way I fucked the tape Until it frayed. [Chorus] (Full weight, scream cracking through) I built the trap The man in the suit Who are you? Clown makeup, absolute. [Ending] I’ll never do it again But I never saw myself like that So it’s a win-win A clown’s win I’m on the way.
