The flashbulbs are biting like insects in the heat of the floor
I’m adjusting the collar and checking the latch on the door
I’ve spent three hours with a razor and a chemical gel
Constructing a mask that the camera can’t even tell
I look at the glass and I see a god made of plastic and sweat
The best-looking wreckage the county hasn’t finished yet
The rhythm is a hammer hitting a diamond-encrusted nail
I’m the king of the vanity with a spirit that’s clearly for sale
I watch the girls watching the way that I watch my own eyes
A beautiful choreography of curated and expensive lies
Look at the sheen on the surface of the hollow and the grand
I’m a monument of ego built on a foundation of sand
Spinning in a circle just to catch a glimpse of the grace
I’m in love with the symmetry of a cold and empty face
It’s a rhythmic obsession with the way the light hits the bone
Dancing with a phantom while I’m standing entirely alone
The watch on my wrist is a trophy of a debt I can’t feel
The jacket is imported and the confidence is real
I’m counting the reflections like a gambler counting chips
A fortune built on nothing but the curl of my lips
I’ve spoken to the agents and the handlers and the press
Convinced them that the emptiness is really a success
Every handshake is a mirror and every laugh a stage
I’m performing for an audience that only sees a page
The tragedy is the consistency the grinding dedication
To the worship of an image built on absolute starvation
I’ve been studying the angles since the morning of my youth
A beautiful obsession with a manufactured truth
I can see my own silhouette from the top of a very small hill
The sun is coming up and the cracks are starting to show
The industrial truth is a thing that I don’t want to know
I’ll hide in the bathroom and I’ll fight with the oncoming day
Scrubbing at the edges of the parts that are turning to gray
I’m a masterpiece of surface and a failure of the deep
A secret that the mirror is the only one allowed to keep
I’ll take one last look before I walk out into the rain
And find a brand-new way to mask the presence of the pain
The glass is my brother and the silver is my only friend
A superficial loop that is never going to reach an end