Cold
"Superstar"


I don't listen much to reason, everybody wants to be here, Santa Claus has lost his mind 
Easter Bunny's not a rabbit, tricks are made for kids until, pseudo-psycho man tells you to fly 
Everyone just ran around just playing games with anti-socials, no one ever taught you how to fall 
I don't listen much to of you, everyone's a fucking psycho, no one ever taught you how to call 
Take it off and shoot it up and show me how, ya used to fly 
Take it off and shoot up and show me how, ya used to die 
Everyone around you superstar, they can mother fucking die 
I don't give a damn about what you think, all the pseudo-psychos hippies always stink 
No one else here brought up questions till you flied, no one gave you any sex until you cried 
Trying to be a superstar 
Superstars lie