The Death Of The Cool

My shy­ness, my mis­un­der­stood
My mis­un­der­stand­ing
My des­tiny is groun­ded, by con­found­ing weights
As Hol­ly­wood greats inspire me to keep my body whole

Since I’ve been the mas­ter of low expect­a­tions
Aren’t you humans sup­posed to look like me?

Quotes like “buddy I blew you up
Then gave you a band aid”
Pseudo spir­itual kebababallah’s we can all be fooled
It’s the death of the cool
The death of the cool

We got fakirs, false proph­ets and fools
And phoney saint saviours
Fame’s pick me up gets drowned in
Pop’s twinkle and dreams torn at the seams
It can leave you with noth­ing left at all

Since we’re the believ­ers with tall expect­a­tions
Can’t you humans come have a laugh with me?

Quotes like “buddy I screwed you up, made you the new slave
The fast­est grow­ing guru in the mar­ket place of hap­pi­ness
We can all be saved
“Buddy I blew you up, gave you a band aid”
Do you really need to learn to be a human?
We can all be shamed
Its the death of the cool
The death of the cool

Quotes like “buddy I blew you up, gave you a con­dom”
Do you really need to learn to save a human?
We could all be blamed

Buddy I blew you up
The death of the cool
(repeat)