Screaming

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?