Closure

You keep me coming back

You keep me coming back
Over and over
You keep me coming back
Crying out for closure
You keep me coming back
Over and over

All eyes on the prize , individualism is on the rise,
got nothing left to talk about but me.
How I appeal, how do I feel, shooting the schpeel,
Everyday is a symptomatic narcissistic showreel for you to see.
And I ask you, tell me again.

Oh boy, whats your hit count, oh girl, pout the lips out,
Confront the inner fears in public.
Self love is self inflicted , got myself all self addicted,

we birth the vanity republic.
And I ask you, tell me again.
And I ask you, when will it end.
This vanity Republic
This vanity Republic

He got a sick note, he don't need opinion,
Got a policy novelty for the minions, all out.
No reason to shout about it.
He got new shoes, straight views, loved by legions
And an ever seemingly increasing loss of reason.
But hey, the world has to end some day.
God bless all of you keeping account.
Its about the damage limitation and the placement of doubt.
Slim times for the who where? who why? Who when?
And all the nonsense singing cavalries.
Its your ugly word now.
Conversation indicating self fulfilling prophecies,
If you cannot do, then stay away from teaching.
This inadequacy is spreading through genetically
End the surman, put an end to these proceedings
Woah woah woah woah
Put an end to the proceedings