[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sipping espresso in a borrowed vintage coat,
Name-drop Foucault while tuning my dissonant note.
The crowd’s too bland to parse my cursive despair,
I’m a walking footnote in a world that won’t stare.
[Chorus]
Plastic profundity, neon ballet,
We’re all clichés in this cabaret.
Jangle the chords till the irony fades,
A synth-wave requiem for the masquerade.
[Verse 2]
I wrote my thesis on a napkin at dawn,
Drenched in reverb and a yawned-upon yawn.
My Polaroid soul’s half-developed, half-true,
A curated mess only mirrors construe.
[Chorus]
Plastic profundity, neon ballet,
We’re all clichés in this cabaret.
Jangle the chords till the irony fades,
A synth-wave requiem for the masquerade.
[Bridge]
The bassline’s a metaphor for things I can’t name,
My ego’s a prism refracting its shame.
We’ll dance in the static where pretension dissolves,
But the punchline’s a secret the chorus absolves.
[Outro]
[Chorus]
Plastic profundity, neon ballet,
We’re all clichés in this cabaret.
Jangle the chords till the irony fades,
A synth-wave requiem for the masquerade.
[Outro]