This background music is killing me
it's much to unrealistic, too sweet, too easy to dance tapping toes to the beat, I'm lost in the repetition
Changes come and go, switch it up a bit faster now, slower
Is talent an excuse for stupidity? It makes everything
alright I guess, no worries, no cares kid
You've got talent what more could you want for?
Such a wicked crown as the lights of fame
Neon smear streaks of sin city from the sunroof of a limo
Cruising the strip, half lit, unknown lovers, broken families behind tall walls with only enough cracks of light to let everyone know a secret or two, journalists hopeful of a downfall for a real story that makes the "normal"
seem alright
Don't forget to put on your mask before you ride that magic carpet into oblivion