Walking across the luscious valley,
I came upon a surging stream to dally
The meandering melancholy breeze laid me to rest
And my chin grazed my chest.
With the bright flashing of artificial light
And the cacophony of voices jeering like a rally
Confidence grows in my breast
I turn to the crowd and throw them a bone. How kind.
I address the adoring faces, mouths open in expectation
And trepidation
Do they like me? This constant quandary lurks behind
the bravado of a mastermind
My fans are all phonies
my fans are all phonies
My only friends are my cronies
my only friends are my cronies
I speak false platitudes, hollow words
that echo through an empty nation.
Inquisitors in ties
hound me with questions and lies,
But I know they are fakes
I’m no doctor yet I prescribe my pitiful placebo
To all my patients with certainty.
I’m never late to the function everyone else is merely early I veto
The rules I never make mistakes
The man without a plan. People want me to lead
When I can barely read
“It’s an Emergency”
My fans are all phonies
my fans are all phonies
My only friends are my cronies
my only friends are my cronies
The dazzling lights fade to serene black
And sunlight is streams into my eyes.
A daydream that felt like a nightmare.
What an interesting time to be alive.
In vain I look to the sapphire heavens
For answers in the barren skies
As the sun sinks below the golden horizon,
I see the first stars arrive