Testo di SuperImposter

Blurred spectacle, ineffectual Let's call it romantic On awakening I look straight at the sun I'm pinned to the corner like the class clown But once I get in front I'll let you drown like a cat 'Til I'm dealt that card The engine's on, I'm in the car One suck on the pipe and I'll be gone I'm accountable. I'm responsible You can call me pragmatic What took away the fame? Could it be built up again? The acclaim and the constant eulogies For class clowns like me? But once I get in front I'll terrorize all I want And the world won't turn Stops and stagnates Disintegrates This romantic dream keeps you in a cage Should I not fraternize with these angels I've loved? But if I'm out of time I'll say my goodbyes and float downstream And have cynics witness me grow rotten at the seams