No friends - don't want them Just fans to serve your needs Make money - they adore you On subservience your ego's fed
Grey matter Under grey face You're so witty We're so base Grey matter Under grey face You're so witty We're so base
They're screaming for you, for you They don't know what's true What's real Who cares
Kill this scene with your power Get your contract - distort the facts You can use and abuse us We're so mindless we won't react
Grey matter Under grey face You're so witty We're so base Grey matter Under grey face You're so witty We're so base
Why bother with morals When you can rest on your laurels Why bother with morals When you can rest on your laurels Why bother with morals When you can rest on your laurels Why bother with morals When you can rest on your laurels
They're screaming for you, for you They don't know what's true What's real Who cares
