Lyrics:

Black asphalt carpet stroke my feet
Internal rhythm clocks the beat
Liquid refreshment indiscreet
Poetic license so concrete

On the way toward the light
Blind ambition blurs my sight
The hand which guides me through the night
Has left me alone

Sitting pretty on my chair
My two way mirror shields the glare
Narcissus bows in useless prayer
This franchised ego needs repair

Imagemaker come to me
Make me things that I should be
I am only what you see
And you're wanting more

Champagne Minds and Cold Duck Hearts
And who knows where the bullshit starts
The biggest grins on the biggest sharks
In the only pond that pays
Mass distribution through master relations
Can you get a leg up on the favored nation
Can you count your long career in days

So check the odds and place your bet
Let's have some quiet on this set
Some standard moody silhouette
I'll hatch another image yet

On the way towards the lights
Blind ambition blurs my sight
The hand which guides me through the night
Has left me alone

Imagemaker come to me
Make me thing that I should be
I am only what you see
And you're wanting more