Your patter doesn't really matter Do you think that you own this crowd You got your little grown look Plastik talk to boot Been everywhere that is your sound Behind your little red robe Trying hard to gloat but you can't With your so called friends and their emoty hands Phone full of numbers But nobody wants to call y' come on
Cause your higher than yorself, oh yeah You think that all of this matters. They're total backstabbers look around at who you've become You're getting higher to protect yourself, oh yeah Anf it don't mean nothing, silly fools they'll all be All the way to the same old hell
A personality broker Suck them in so they can choke ya Do you think that you fool this crowd? You're killing all imagination Man it's your own creation Worst of all you're smug and proud Behind your little glass screen Trying hard to breath but you can't Cause yhings come round the corner. Better watch your back stalker Got a phone full of numbers But you've been cut off by your brothers
Cause your higher than yorself, oh yeah You think that all of this matters. They're total backstabbers look around at who you've become You're getting higher to protect yourself, oh yeah Anf it don't mean nothing, silly fools they'll all be All the way to the same old hell