Pageant - Lacrimas Profundere

I’m your little fellow

And lazy today

Let god out a window

Ash golden deceit

Day in, day out

On repeat

It’s so fascinating

Our fake parade

The need to know

It’s all the same

I feel myself is withering today

I need love more than anything

To get back on my way

And my reflection is really my best friend

I keep myself in shape to die more in the end

I chew my newspaper

Vicious everyday

Grow grass that’s greener

I want to marry me

We all, will have

Our way to die

It’s suffocating

By the air that I breath

With pride I smile

Through pearly teeth