White Light Riot. Atomism. Charlatan. Zeneszám

Has no one cared to explain that you don't have answers
You flick your sycophant tongue
Words swindle in the air, you talk just to know you're there
And I'm not very impressed with all your obsessions

So tell me what you think you know
I'll pretend to like your little show

You're so desperate
To be noticed
But your charlatan skin is worn
and homeless

Read the character file and practice the stories
Your chameleon smile may get you a plate
Seems like it's all in vain when you lift yourself a name
Because living in charlatan skin
Will only fool your reflection

So tell me what you think you know
I'll pretend to like your little show

You're so desperate
To be noticed
But your charlatan skin is worn
and homeless

You're so oblivious
You're so oblivious
Where is your head in this?
Where is your head in this?
No aristocracy
I'm no one's property
All your hypocrisy and mediocrity
Is less than less...

You're so desperate
Oh and I've noticed
That your charlatan is worn
You're hopeless