Paroles de Sycophant

Someone shoot the messenger Dig me a grave I can't take another minute of this poseurs charade Give me radio revolution Give me public execution Burn the flag, join the looters, plug your ears And stop the endless stream of lies You're standing on the top, don't know how you got there You think you're going out, never known, you never will They're coming up to get you Knock you down Momentary fashion, the passing of a phase Calculated drivel from empty soul parade Pabulum for the masses, you can't dig the grave All you ever wanted was a little peace of fame Oh your lies Lies