This shit is shining like a cake,
Don't come near,
Unless you want to fake the stuff
Then eat it down.
It seems the taste of being praised
Looks so good
So much that even stink of lies
Seems to have gone away.
So fake, so nice,
A roleplay by the crowd's advice,
So fine, so cute,
So afraid of being named brute.
These paths just spread simply
In front of you,
You choose the best one
For an echo from within.
The one with obstacles
Is not so prone for
For ego to fulfill its needs
Or fake yourself again.
So phony, so nice,
A roleplay by the crowd's advice,
So trimmed, so cute,
So afraid of being named brute.
Go and shine
Build your shrine,
This English may be broken
But words must be spoken
Is it wicked not to care? Frances Chang's layered, strange experimental pop recalls Lisa Germano in its pursuit of meaning in a sad world. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 2, 2022
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