SuperImposter

Lyrics for SuperImposter

Blurred spectacle, ineffectual - let's call it romantic. On awakening I Look straight at the sun, I'm pinned to the corner like the class clown. But once I get in front I'll let you drown like a cat. 'Til I'm dealt That card the engine's on, I'm in the car. One suck on the pipe and I'll Be gone. I'm accountable. I'm responsible - you can call me pragmatic. What took away the fame? Could it be built up again - the acclaim and The constant eulogies for class clowns like me? But once I get in front I'll terrorize all I want and the world won't turn... stops and stagnates... Disintegrates. This romantic dream keeps you in a cage... Should I not fraternize with these angels I've loved? But if I'm out of time I'll say my goodbyes and float downstream... And have cynics witness me grow rotten at the seams...