Oh What A Pity!

(アルバム： Hollywood Death Star - 2019)

Oh, look what you become, you tragedy
Manipulate the masses, huh? You toxic
I've come to spell the real teas in life, for the shade
And we're not even at the best part, the end
You're just a walking fraud, your garbage bag
How can you live with the shame? How embarassing
Why don't you the tell the people the real truth?
How you're a prostitute that sucks dick for money

Narcissistic, shallow
Rotten and you're hollow
Head filled up with disease and you're lying through your teeth
You love to play the victim in your own tragedy
You sick of the shame, oh, what a pity
Narcissistic, shallow
Rotten and you're hollow
Head filled up with disease and you're lying through your teeth
You love to play the victim in your own tragedy
You sick of the shame, oh, what a pity

Fabricate me as a villian, be comical
Desperately create an intention, egotistical
You're just like a used condom wrapper
Torn up, fucked-up, and thrown away
I wrote this song to you by myself
So maybe there believe you if get some help
Just remember through every storm
There's always a rainbow at the end of the rain

Narcissistic, shallow
Rotten and you're hollow
Head filled up with disease and you're lying through your teeth
You love to play the victim in your own tragedy
You sick of the shame, oh, what a pity
Narcissistic, shallow
Rotten and you're hollow
Head filled up with disease and you're lying through your teeth
You love to play the victim in your own tragedy
You sick of the shame, oh, what a pity

I feel sorry for people like you
Who hold hands inside of their hearts
You know, you can't kill my dreams
So you, assassinate my character

Narcissistic, shallow
Rotten and you're hollow
Head filled up with disease and you're lying through your teeth
You love to play the victim in your own tragedy
You sick of the shame, oh, what a pity

Hey, quit lying, bitch!
I feel sorry for people like you
Who hold hands inside of their hearts
You know, you can't kill my dreams
So you, assassinate my character

Narcissistic, shallow
Rotten and you're hollow
Head filled up with disease and you're lying through your teeth
You love to play the victim in your own tragedy
You sick of the shame, oh, what a pity

[?] while I'm shining in my lights