Lined up, one by one
To play the toy soldiers of vain corporation
Negotiating one-on-one, accept our price and the deal is done
Are you entertained now?
Let the karma rain down
I can play Pierrot if it means I’ll be the last clown
Living in the twisted diorama that is industry
Fail, and we’re in the streets
Have the very best, the supreme
Another transformation tonight for all of ya
Join me and dream with me, Freaker
Pretend everything’s fine, Work Hard, Play Harder
I’m with you Let’s Dig In
Mirror, Mirror
Tell me again
If it was fated that I made it, or a stroke of luck?
Louder, Clearer
Just say that I’m enough
You lie so well
Hook me with one word
Hate to be the one to break the fairytale apart
But the cautious optimism isn’t what I’d label smart
Drop dead, nobody cries
stop now, and fall behind
every idle beauty’s got a beast inside her mind
Attention, attention
Clippings of a magazine
of things you said but didn’t mean
It’s reading like a ransom letter
Full of stains you’ll never clean
Or wash away, how laughable
That’s just what life is like
Took on the duties, give up and rest in peace?
Masochism and fakery rule showbiz
Feel like I’m no longer myself
The haters always complain from a safe space
With responsibility, the goods are on the shelf, you love it!
The jealousy and envy is no skin off my back, I don’t care
Can’t take the wheel, the price goes up
The ugly plotting of wants off the ride, WTF
SOS, who am I? The shadow born from the light
Oh, Mirror, Mirror Louder, Clearer
The reaper prays to god as well
The ideal job performed every night in hell
Whether by destiny or miracle
Oh!! You lie so well Mirror, Mirror
Where is my real self, Where is?
The credits work together, follow the leader
We are slackers on the job of Reaper
Vibing with the beats, Work hard, Play harder
Making the big brains happy, the floor gets hyper
Ya Breaking DADA
With me, victory is assured time after time
Our taste is refined, the only souls we need are the nice and the fine
Prepare to die! Digi Digi Da Good Job
MIC CHECK Arriving from Hell, the idol of rhyme
Going for gold on a beat that’s cold
The religion spreads, takes in more and more
Seduction is our profession
Cameras still follow the irrelevant
You only gotta sell a bit
You only gotta get out of your shell a bit
And if you ever make it, better hope that you can take it
With your soul as good as naked
It’s a living, or a curse to break?
“It’s just business.”
Mirror, Mirror
Tell me again
If it was fated that I made it,
or a stroke of luck?
Louder, Clearer
Just say that I’m enough
You lie so well
Hook me with one word
Is this paradise or hell?
I might be faking I hate it
Might be loving living outta control
Let the record spin on like a carousel
Oh my god, it’s a mad, mad world
It’s a paradise, the stories you wanna see are my forte
If you want me to steal your gaze, ask and ye shall receive, From now on
