I Am Christian Dior

I’ve heard the stories, I’ve seen the news
How does it feel doctor, to sing the blues?
It is time for your own medication
This is time. It’s time for shame
I bleed into the background, thicker becomes the shadow
Preying on hungering eyes, you became my opposition
Reveal in blissful arrogance, I dare not surrender the chance to play
To play your game
I’ll take my time
Running circles around your head!
Running circles around your head!
You know who you are
Do not attempt to rectify what you can’t handle
You’ve forgotten to wash your hands, you filthy man
You’ve forgotten… you forgot your head
As for me; am I a beggar? Am I a liar? Or what I am; a forgiver?
As for me, I am what I hate, I am disgrace
I will destroy
I’ll take my time
Running circles around your head!
Running circles around your head!
Destruction has been bestowed, relentlessly I remain alone…