[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sip espresso through a monocle,
Drop a phrase in Latin just to feel invincible,
Vintage blazer, scarf from Tokyo,
Name-drop Kierkegaard at the indie disco.
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re drowning in velvet obscurity,
Trading depth for a curated purity,
Jangle chords in a borrowed legacy,
New wave echoes of faux sincerity.
[Verse 2]
Paint the walls with your abstract indifference,
Write a manifesto on aesthetic diffidence,
Synth lines shimmer like a plastic crown,
We’re the hollow kings of this mirror-painted town.
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re drowning in velvet obscurity,
Trading depth for a curated purity,
Jangle chords in a borrowed legacy,
New wave echoes of faux sincerity.
[Bridge]
Cut the pretense, but the curtain’s stuck,
We’re all just mannequins chasing luck,
Twist the dial to a static hymn—
Does the pose end where the soul begins?
[Outro]