Jugular Ceremony
Yeah, Claudia, you really thought you had it?
Check the tactical gear,
it's tragic
Forced me into uniform to feel in command 'Cause nobody takes orders
from your polyester brand Cheap astrology reading while your life falls apart
Bleached surgical mistake dyed over your heart Milo doesn't love you,
he just wants the brown kibble Maternal projection on a dog is
so brittle
Isolated everyone to build up your reign Now you're sitting all alone
locked inside of your pain
Not a commander, not a style icon
Clock is running out,
every ally is gone!
Clinging to a dog and a crumbling team
(Nobody listening,
nobody listening!)
Not a commander, not an empire made Just a star-patterned shirt and
a bitter charade!
Rep a failing football club to mirror the fall Crumbling dynasty,
writing on the wall Got bitten in the surf by a shark
in Thailand
Even the deep water kicked you off of the strand
Airbus stalled out, physics taking a break
Every single trip is a systemic mistake
Running your mouth on another territory
While you unravel in your self-written story
Wall of resentment,
thick as concrete
Nobody marching to your imaginary beat
Look around the room,
what's left behind? Just the desperate theater of a fragile mind!
Not a commander, not a style icon
Clock is running out,
every ally is gone!
Clinging to a dog and a crumbling team
(Nobody listening,
nobody listening!)
Not a commander, not an empire made Just a star-patterned shirt and
a bitter charade!
Counting down the seconds till they walk right out.
Zero authority.
Zero.