Black asphalt carpet stroke my feet

Internal rhythm clocks the beat

Liquid refreshment indiscreet

Poetic license so concrete

On the way toward the light

Blind ambition blurs my sight

The hand which guides me through the night

Has left me alone

Sitting pretty on my chair

My two way mirror shields the glare

Narcissus bows in useless prayer

This franchised ego needs repair

Imagemaker come to me

Make me things that I should be

I am only what you see

And you're wanting more

Champagne Minds and Cold Duck Hearts

And who knows where the bullshit starts

The biggest grins on the biggest sharks

In the only pond that pays

Mass distribution through master relations

Can you get a leg up on the favored nation

Can you count your long career in days

So check the odds and place your bet

Let's have some quiet on this set

Some standard moody silhouette

I'll hatch another image yet

On the way towards the lights

Blind ambition blurs my sight

The hand which guides me through the night

Has left me alone

Imagemaker come to me

Make me thing that I should be

I am only what you see

And you're wanting more