You could say Im pretentious You could say Im the nazz You could hail me as the new king of it all You could say Im nothing new You could speak well of me You could say it's already been done before
What will you make of my lines What will you think Ive said What hidden secrets will you say are in my head
I feel you waiting for me Waiting to dig my grave Im growing scared of everything you could say
Look in my eyes There's no surprise at all Critical mind What will you find to say
Old faces in my wardrobe So many Ive not seen Memories to look back on people Ive been Dead love on faded carpets Nostalgia grows with time I see your face in mirrors shadowing mine I see your dirty finger Marks are still on my wall I can recall the time we tried it that way In dingy hotel backrooms Where paint cracks like your face I must admit I have acquired the taste (? )
Stab my arm With your synthetic feelings You amaze me I crave for you
You could say Im pretentious You could say Im the nazz You could hail me as the new king of it all