Lyrics

There's drama on my tortured brow Am I a caricature? There's just a little between God and Clown I wanna be an idol that you adore And when I slink through your town, I am sure You put a gun to my gown, I am sure You think I'm selling you short? This ain't the same fucking thing you've been sold before I'm drama in these khaki towns I think they feel the allure Every single breath, a work of art My mere existence is a part of the show And when I slink through your town, I am sure That's why I'm wearing a crown So you always see I am sure This ain't the same fucking thing you've been sold before Time lost on the plot, on the statement Still now I feel lost, I just fake it I cannot break 'cause I'm a heartbreaker No, I will stand tall, the odds in my favor You called all the shots and I let you All that time, it was lost, I can't take it I cannot break 'cause I'm the heartbreaker No, I will stand tall, the odds in my favor There's drama on my tortured brow Am I a caricature? There's just a little between God and Clown I'm gonna be the idol that you adore Same old lives Yeah, you got the same old lives You tell the same old lies It's the same old Same old lives Yeah, you got the same old lives You tell the same old lies It's the same old, oh, shit Yeah, you can run, but you never hide
Writer(s): Justin Meldal Johnsen, Troy Van Leeuwen, Benjamin Chisholm, Randall Kupfer, Sarah Tudzin, Anthony Wolski, Kenneth Szymanski, Urian Hackney, Zachary Weeks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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