Persona - DED

This is a funeral

Nobody showed to

I read the eulogy

But I don’t know you

This is a death rattle

I see the black skies

I heard you died in battle

I think I know why

They think you’re beautiful

I think they’re dead wrong

I see internally your energy’s

A timebomb

The thing I hate most

About myself is

Everything you dream about and all you could’ve wanted

All you really ever do is talk talk talk

But I can’t fucking listen to the words that you’re saying like

Gotta call you out

Cuz I’m sick of all your

Lies

Save the song and dance for your weak disciples

But hey you can say what you wanna

Make sure that shit fits your persona

Hey

A dead prima donna

Fake it 'til you make your persona

You keep it suspect

You’re always suspect

I deal in respect

Butcher a weakness

I dug the trench out

I fought the good fight

But you would never know

You’re not about that life

It’s inexcusable

How did we get here

Your popularity is scaring me

It’s so clear

The thing I hate most

About myself is

Everything you dream about and all you could’ve wanted

All you really ever do is talk talk talk

But I can’t fucking listen to the words that you’re saying like

Gotta call you out

Cuz I’m sick of all your

Lies

Save the song and dance for your weak disciples

But hey you can say what you wanna

Make sure that shit fits your persona

Hey

A dead prima donna

Fake it till you make your persona

Stop making stupid people famous

Motherfuckers!

Give it to 'em!

All you really ever do is talk talk talk

But I cant fuckin listen to the words that you’re saying like

Gotta call you out

Cuz I’m sick of all your

Lies

Save the song and dance for your weak disciples

But hey you can say what you wanna

Make sure that shit fits your persona

Hey

A dead prima donna

Fake it till you make your persona