Fabricated phenomenon,
There's propane in your lungs.
We pumped you full of it and sent you off
Into an ego flooded sky.
Is it worth what it cost us?
Stop it,
These ideas are exhausted.
This earworm is toxic,
It's making me nauseous.
Obnoxious imposters with harmonic Stockholm syndrome
Captive, host and hostage.
Surrounded by infectious distractions,
Now's the time for action.
We've heard it all before, we've been through the motions.
Can you turn it off?
With a balloon on a string I'm floating over the ocean.
Can you make it stop.
Fabricated phenomenon (We've had enough)
There's propane in your lungs,
We pumped you full of it and sent you off.
Your time is up, your moment's gone.
Do you think we don't notice?
The track has been looping, the record is broken.
It's over. The people have spoken.
We've reached an impasse,
Love drunk on all the bullshit broadcast.
Sugarcoated psychosis.
Eat it up.
We can't get enough, we can't get enough.
Sycophants groveling in the mud,
Is it worth what it's cost us?
Surrounded by infectious distractions
And repeating patterns.
Broadcasting around the world.
On rotation in limbo, where we're all lost.
We've heard it all before, we've been through the motions.
Can you turn it off?
With a balloon on a string I'm floating over the ocean
Until it pops.
I'm at the end of my tether and I brought a knife.
I'm at the end of my tether and I brought a knife.
Your time is up, your moments gone.
Lost in megalomania,
I'm afraid that fame's got ya
Full of hot air and puffing out,
Just one wrong move and you'll descend down, right?
Your time is up, your moments gone.
I'll kick you off
Your podium and don't you forget it.
Your time is up, your moments gone.
Your time is up, your moments gone.