Sequins

Stars like prying eyes behind a lens, they don't understand Curtains of night draped across the stage, last one rotten egg Wings melted, hearts smelted Everyone in their place Coldest inferno ever produced To keep us from truth I've found microphones have use Use one taken from my tooth At a ballet filled with oil Dare not speaketh the word soil But, okay here, have a purpose now I've found spirits have use To end the abusive nature of everything green It's just dying to be seen Mother Earth smother'd in sequins Technology is your friend He cannot breathe in the air Despair, I'm as lonely as they get Like a chair