No friends - don't want them

Just fans to serve your needs

Make money - they adore you

On subservience your ego's fed



Grey matter

Under grey face

You're so witty

We're so base

Grey matter

Under grey face

You're so witty

We're so base



They're screaming for you, for you

They don't know what's true

What's real

Who cares



Kill this scene with your power

Get your contract - distort the facts

You can use and abuse us

We're so mindless we won't react



Grey matter

Under grey face

You're so witty

We're so base

Grey matter

Under grey face

You're so witty

We're so base



Why bother with morals

When you can rest on your laurels

Why bother with morals

When you can rest on your laurels

Why bother with morals

When you can rest on your laurels

Why bother with morals

When you can rest on your laurels



They're screaming for you, for you

They don't know what's true

What's real

Who cares


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