Midnight Synth Graveyard

Lyrics

[Intro - Spoken, dry and sarcastic] Darlings... I'm a model. I know music. (Don't you know.) [Verse 1] Room in Japan The walls close in Pretentious altar That skeleton grin Dressed in black A funeral spin Sex dungeon DJ A cut-rate Bowie skin Talking in circles Still wants in Dark wizard of Tokyo Drowning in his sin [Pre-Chorus] Listen, darling Shift the score Lie in the mirror Lie at the door [Chorus] Skeletor, Skeletor Attention whore Skeletor, Skeletor What do you troll for? Crawl through the chat rooms Begging for more "I'm a model, I know music" He's such a bore [Verse 2] Stealth Kaos typing In the midnight glow Contradiction preacher With nowhere to go Quotes the Tao Then poisons the well Yin without yang His own private hell Butcher of Bowie Butcher Morrissey too Echoes of idols He could never live up to Same tired sermon Same cold spin Hates all the people Still wants in [Hook - spoken, detached] Do you like yoga? I'll fly you over Paper-thin yogi Heart turning colder Chasing a balance He'll never hold together Same old story Told over and over [Bridge - mechanical, staccato] Bowie wannabe Could never be Ashes to ashes Counterfeit wit No yin, no yang Just static and spin Empty like Zen But nothing within Click. Lie. Breathe. Lie. Post. Lie. Smile. Lie. [Chorus] Skeletor, Skeletor Attention whore Skeletor, Skeletor What do you troll for? Crawl through the chat rooms Begging for more "I'm a model, I know music" He's such a bore Wants the spotlight Keeping score Lying to himself He's such a bore [Outro - Spoken, fading, flat] Darlings... I'm a model... I know music... (...aren't you.)