ヲズワルド (WOZWALD) JubyPhonic

They’ll speak of folklore found inside the middle of the night
And long ago it gave us mermaids, right?
Self-righteous high on it junky
Paparazzi they crave, crawling monkey
Something created on a whim, pleasing only to them
If they’re happy, call it a win

What’s his name again? You know them, they’re fed
Only praise and filled their head
As they say
Be the first to claim it and it’s yours, they’re named
The king, originator on display, say hooray
If you hate the holy monk, you’ll hate his robe
A pseudo pioneer *lights a candle Q.E.D

Lights off and yet
Turn them on instead we
Again and again
Make it right like we said
Repeat on and onI’ll have all that I want
Please stop

Saru sa sarusa...BURN

Leave it then, just leave it then
Don’t push it onto me, something I know I can’t be
They’ll swarm again, scattering again
Still drowning in the joy, never change or destroy
O let them breathe, live without me
Another fictional facade flatters with more applause
Just lemme leave, don’t love me please
My life feigned as a faith...
Can I ever escape?