This bottle is putting me to sleep, or maybe it's the conversation
Every one talks but there's no truth, the bullshit fountain ever flowing
So numb I'm psychotic, a vortex of secrets a diamond of lies
Plastic bags over their heads, they're not ex-lovers they are the ones who survived
Brain dead movies help you forget, you got no feeling below the ears
The masquerade of name dropping, compare the bags of broken skulls and dollars
Champaign glitterati; tabloid fodder yes fuckin' please
Gentleman says "ladies first", but the rat who hangs back always gets the cheese
Entertain us with your life, repeating brain dead mistakes make your worse fears come true
I'm so bored i'm dangerous, but the bleak nothingness makes the cliché feel new
Champaign glitterati; tabloid fodder oh yes fuckin' please
Gentleman says "ladies first", but the rat who hangs back always gets the cheese