You could say I`m pretentious You could say I`m the nazz You could hail me as the new king of it all You could say I`m nothing new You could speak well of me You could say it`s already been done before
What will you make of my lines What will you think I`ve said What hidden secrets will you say are in my head
I feel you waiting for me Waiting to dig my grave I`m growing scared of everything you could say
Look in my eyes There`s no surprise at all Critical mind What will you find to say
Old faces in my wardrobe So many I`ve not seen Memories to look back on people I`ve been Dead love on faded carpets Nostalgia grows with time I see your face in mirrors shadowing mine I see your dirty finger Marks are still on my wall I can recall the time we tried it that way In dingy hotel backrooms Where paint cracks like your face I must admit I have acquired the taste (?)
Stab my arm With your synthetic feelings You amaze me I crave for you
You could say I`m pretentious You could say I`m the nazz You could hail me as the new king of it all
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