[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sip espresso in a velvet coat,
Name-drop Kierkegaard with every note.
Talk in riddles ’bout a film no one’s seen,
Polish metaphors ’til they gleam.
[Chorus]
We’re so profound, we wear our crowns,
Of borrowed sound, in trendy towns.
Aesthetic sighs and vintage lies,
We’re too opaque to recognize.
[Verse 2]
Architect a pose with neon lace,
Quote French poets out of time and place.
Dance in circles where the irony’s thick,
A jangle riff to hide the gimmick.
[Chorus]
We’re so profound, we wear our crowns,
Of borrowed sound, in trendy towns.
Aesthetic sighs and vintage lies,
We’re too opaque to recognize.
[Bridge]
Maybe we’re just hollow,
Wrapped in vinyl and cellophane.
A chorus of echoes,
In a world we overexplain.
[Outro]
Fade to black in a monochrome parade,
Our pretension’s just a charade.
