I see me body clothed by wax
I see the interest grow so much deeper
There must have been a problem I had
The public headache
And what you wanted was never made clear
Behind the image was a constant glare
You are behind this public machine
It's still part of the same old game
Public headache
Two sides to every story
Somebody had to bluff me
I'm not the same as when I began
I will not be treated as a prophecy
Public headache
Two sides to every story
Somebody had to stop me
I'm not the same as when I began
It's not a game of monopoly
Public headache
Public image, you got what you wanted
The public image belongs to me
It's my entrance to my own creation
My grand finale, my goodbye
Public headache
Public headache
Public headache
Goodbye