Let the digital chime wake you up and shock you to show your skeleton

Morning noon or midnight, I’m the love child of the sun and everyone

Hating fun ‘cause you’re boring and miserable

Critical from the ink hidden under your nails

I’m not the only one

Sick to death of fame

Sing my siren song

Because I’m here to entertain

I’m not the only one

Sick to death of fame

Sing my siren song

Because I’m here to entertain

Caught a glimpse of the end, early in the show you foreshadow everything

Hang a gun over there, hit all your marks on the way, “it’s pulp” you say

Hating fun ‘cause you’re boring and miserable

Critical from the ink hidden under your nails

I’m not the only one

Sick to death of fame

Sing my siren song

Because I’m here to entertain

I’m not the only one

Sick to death of fame

Sing my siren song

Because I’m here to entertain