Holes filled up
But we see through the crap
Pay what’s enough
And never look back
What are you staring at?
Don’t you know?
It’s me you’re looking at
I’m the show
Step inside and get your ticket
What am I selling for these days?
My dream, never got any credit
But who’s counting anyway.
One day you’ll get it
Each day will eat you alive
Think that progress feels like shit
Until there’s nothing inside
You move and shift
In so many ways
Just a piece thrown to fit
Being a prop is tough some days