Crashin' through the gates you are the newest
usurping the limelight like a whore
these camera's clickin', shutter's turnin'
flashbulbs burnin', film it's whirrin'
on and on / they'll say we don't belong
Lights come down and you become the brightest
weeks no longer made of seven days
this lavish thinkin' / wardobe's beamin'
expensive is just a dream and / on and on
they'll ask what took so long
and it feels now / watered down
does it feel somehow / watered down?
Time will pass and you become the fallout
of glamourous design and broken lives
these cameras clickin'
sides are turnin'
perception, it's so appaulin'
on and on
you'll ask
''what went wrong?''
''What went wrong?''
''What went wrong?''
What went wrong?
and you'll feel now / watered down / does it creep you out
the turnaround
and it feels now / watered down / does it freak you out
the turnaround?