(Pi Makarov)
verse 1: cherry pick through the sick and your someone narcissist with a twist cuz your someone demon eyes for your side if you're headstrong service lips til it slips that you're all wrong
verse 2: Make a scene, you're the queen in the big show Its a tribe genocide for an ego Dress rehearse so perverse while you bleed it Common ground for the clowns cuz they need it
chorus: Hang your head
refrain: Let down your guard and just accept it A march of pawns goes apoplectic








