Everything's Glitter from Perfect Saviors by The Armed

There’s drama on my tortured brow.
Am I a caricature?
There’s just a little between God and Clown.
I wanna be an idol that you adore.

And when I slink through your town—I am sure.
You put a gun to my gown—I am sure.
You think I’m selling you short?
This ain’t the same fucking thing you’ve been sold before.

I’m drama in these khaki towns.
I think they feel the allure.
Every single breath—a work of art.
My mere existence is a part of the show.

And when I slink through your town—I am sure.
That’s why I’m wearing a crown—
So you always see I am sure.
This ain’t the same fucking thing you’ve been sold before.

Time lost on the plot, on the statement.
Still now I feel lost,
I just fake it.
I cannot break
Because I’m the heartbreaker.
No, I will stand tall—
The odds in my favor.

You called all the shots and I let you.
All that time, it was lost.
I can’t take it.
I cannot break
Because I’m the heartbreaker
No, I will stand tall—
The odds in my favor.

There’s drama on my tortured brow
Am I a caricature?
There’s just a little between God and Clown.
I’m gonna be the idol that you adore.

Same old lives.
Yeah, you got the same old lives.
You tell the same old lies.
It’s the same old.

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