Persona

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 time bomb

The thing I hate most about myself is

All you ever dreamed 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

I, gotta call you out 'cause 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

You keep it suspect, you're always suspect

I deal in respect, but you're 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

All you ever 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

I, gotta call you out 'cause 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

Stop making stupid people famous

Stop making stupid people famous

Motherfucker

Yeah, yeah

Give it to 'em

All you really ever do is talk, talk, talk

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

I, gotta call you out 'cause 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