Built By Society
I've never been one for parties or good conversation.
I'm not one for material fascination.
Don't care for diamonds or shiny hair.
I don't like to wave my hands in the air.
My mom was the internet, my dad was a TV.
They made me, I was built by society.
I was forged in the fire of someone else's art.
When I see the cameras I play my part.
I'm a slave to art.
I put my all in, it tears me apart.
I'm lost in my own fantasy, love, music, comedy.
Forget this tragedy called reality.
My mom was the internet, my dad was a TV.
They made me, I was built by society.
I was forged in the fire of someone else's art.
When I see the cameras I play my part.
I'm on the outside of the big movie,
singing my own melody.
Society is still working on me.
My mom was the internet, my dad was a TV.
They made me, I was built by society.
I was forged in the fire of someone else's art.
When I see the cameras I play my part.
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