Now tell me what’s your rhyme and reason for being famous
Darling
Within your mind a dream of what your name is
Is it haunting
Left to despise it if we do not recognize it
You see how death disguise it
See the lie that left the sky lit
It’s that marquee now ad a t and make it able
Cuz Cain is every citizen now who needs a label
When fame is in a social app
That social crack got us locked up in a choke hold
No ones knows so no one taps
Except that trumpet in the back
When you jumping in the sac
Searching for that something in the act
Finding nothing but the fame that left you
With the men you entertained
Saying this is where that brain will get you
Straightjacket fighting to escape yourself
Feeling like the world trying to make you hate yourself
Instead of blaming yourself you go and act invincible
Instead of taming yourself you go and trash your principles
Now you at the head with an s class
Listening to artists you work harder to dress as
Listen to your conscious in the dark if you’re left that
Before your man leaves with no part in the next act

Act act it’s all they ever do
It’s all they ever want
It’s all they ever knew
The marquee
You never see who’s in front of you
Feathers of the flock
Just some letters in a box

They tell you follow your heart but it’s hollow and dark
Shallow eyes revealing nothing but those borrowed remarks
From the hours you watched women fighting with women
Throwing rights without a clue to how those rights were given
Famous for nothing aimlessly fronting now ain't it something
We ignore the nameless in their pain and suffering
Exchanging our awareness of our world for these blurry answers
What did you do that people worship did you cure cancer
What have you done that they’re so grateful you are at their table
Add a Marquee to that and maybe they’ll become enabled
You see the fame’s a vapor made her a mist of false character
A sickness tossed to amateurs that no one really cares to cure
So here’s to her you sip the goose and fit the noose
Hanging on her every word it’s hard to chew but chip a tooth
See I lit the truth and now it’s burning up your guest list
Hurting when you V.I.P. you seeing where her breast is
In the mouth of you guessed it the pubescent
Who never left their adolescence
While they mother them I ask them
Will love out last them
Or are we always searching for that new cover of Maxim
Life passes don’t always land on the weekend
Go right past them leave them stranded with no reason
You might be laughing because I’m just a man speaking
Yeah you know how to trap them but yo you can’t keep them

It’s an act

Act act it’s all they ever do
It’s all they ever want
It’s all they ever knew
The marquee
You never see who’s in front of you
Feathers of the flock
Just some letters in a box
The marquee