Paper Lace Riot

If I could pen a melody to shift your hollow heart You’d

be resting in my orbit,

playing every part I’ve exhausted every tactic,

every trick of the trade But your ego is a fortress that’s

already made. Designer shades to obscure the lack of a gaze You’re

acting like a master in a disconnected haze.

And you never offer greeting,

you don’t recall my soul Because your self-importance is the only playing

goal.

You walk with such pretense,

heavy soles on the floor But you’re oblivious to the image that

you’re looking for. Shh,

I’ve decoded the signal,

I see the design You need the public’s vision just to feel

divine. Behind the painted layer,

there’s nobody at all Who do you think you are?

Watching your own tall wall.

It’s your private stage,

your curated show You’ve got your head in the atmosphere,

nowhere to go. I’ve analyzed the walking,

the rhythmic, loud deceit You don't even offer notice when you’re passing

on the street. Your stature is a fabrication,

your cool is just a lie I’m perfectly sovereign,

I’m waving it goodbye.

You need the eyes.

Tu as besoin du regard.

Nobody knows you. Personne ne te connaît.

Who do you think you are?

100% Tiguidou.

The facade

is dismantled.

You’re not cooler.

You’re just a script.

Dismissed