Music Is A Dead Programme
What if everything I liked was programmed that way to make me like it?
What if my heroes are designed that way to make me fall in love?
How can something so indescribable be so artificial?
I'm doing something wrong, looking in the wrong place for inspiration.
Music is dead. Music is a goner. Music ain't gonna save me this time. No, no.
Lampshades, cement, pave the way for the crowning of the drag King.
Dressed in rags of eighties glamour, forgotten pearls left in their wrappers too long to be real.
You know if something's real if it lasts longer than you can hold in the burst of a cry.
What if my heroes are designed that way to make me fall in love?
How can something so indescribable be so artificial?
I'm doing something wrong, looking in the wrong place for inspiration.
Music is dead. Music is a goner. Music ain't gonna save me this time. No, no.
Lampshades, cement, pave the way for the crowning of the drag King.
Dressed in rags of eighties glamour, forgotten pearls left in their wrappers too long to be real.
You know if something's real if it lasts longer than you can hold in the burst of a cry.