[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Velvet blazers and vintage lies,
Mirrored shades to disguise your eyes.
You quote French films in the neon glow,
Sip espresso where the poseurs go.
[Chorus]
Oh, pretentious minds in a jangle of sound,
Dance on the edge where the irony’s found.
New wave beats and a borrowed creed,
You’re the star of a scene no one needs.
[Verse 2]
Polyphonic synth lines hum,
You name-drop bands that’s never come.
Your laughter’s sharp, a curated tune,
A shallow dive in a pixelated lagoon.
[Chorus]
Oh, pretentious minds in a jangle of sound,
Dance on the edge where the irony’s found.
New wave beats and a borrowed creed,
You’re the star of a scene no one needs.
[Bridge]
Cicero whispers from your paperback throne,
But your wit’s a veneer, thinly sewn.
The crowd applauds your hollow refrain,
A standing ovation for the charade you maintain.
[Chorus]
Oh, pretentious minds in a jangle of sound,
Dance on the edge where the irony’s found.
New wave beats and a borrowed creed,
You’re the star of a scene no one needs.
[Outro]
