[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sipping espresso with a pinky raised high,
Name-drop Foucault while the bassline sighs.
Your vinyl collection’s a curated shrine,
But the chords jangle louder than your dotted line.
[Chorus]
Velvet curtains, plastic pearls,
We’re the kings and queens of a crumbling world.
Mirror-ball truths in a synthesized haze,
We’re too clever for love, too vague for praise.
[Verse 2]
Vintage blazer with elbow patches sewn,
Quote Kerouac in a monotone.
Your demos sound like a postcard from Mars,
But the synths won’t save you from your self-help scars.
[Chorus]
Velvet curtains, plastic pearls,
We’re the kings and queens of a crumbling world.
Mirror-ball truths in a synthesized haze,
We’re too clever for love, too vague for praise.
[Bridge]
A smirk, a smirk, and a half-baked rhyme,
We’ll dissect our souls in 4/4 time.
The reverb hides the cracks in the creed,
A hollow anthem for the ego’s feed.
[Chorus]
Velvet curtains, plastic pearls,
We’re the kings and queens of a crumbling world.
Mirror-ball truths in a synthesized haze,
We’re too clever for love, too vague for praise.
[Outro]
