I can hear you suffer hereAnd the audience demands an explanationI'm so genericI will save my clichés up for youHonestly I've got nothing to sayTo what you haven't already heard beforeTurn it up before it gets any louderCos you couldn't handle it anymoreTime has passedWhen you're really rid of meThe camera from the crowd goes wildAnd reacts like a magazine tattooThis persona really is in styleWe're going to last foreverIs that what you had in mind?It's going to be a cold NovemberWell I'll make it worth this time*
