[Verse 1]

Blurred spectacle

Ineffectual

Let's call it romantic

On awakening

I look straight at the sun

I'm pinned to the corner

Like the class clown

[Chorus]

But once I get in front

I'll let you drown like a cat

'Till I'm dealt that card

The engine's on

I'm in the car

One suck on the pipe and

I'll be gone

[Verse 2]

I'm accountable

I'm responsible

You can call me pragmatic

What took away the fame?

Could it be built up again?

The acclaim and the constant eulogies

For class clowns like me?

[Chorus]

But once I get in front

I'll terrorize all I want

And the world won't turn

Stops and stagnates

Disintegrates

This romantic dream keeps you in a cage

[Outro]

Should I not fraternize with these angels I've loved?

But if I'm out of time

I'll say my goodbyes and float downstream

And have cynics witness me

Grow rotten at the seams