Paper Champion - Oceansize

Hear this: a name.

«Sell»

Be the tolling of the iron bell

That will render me

All the prize it will cut these doubts right down to size

And without this thing

Without the drive just to make you see how

I am striving to make a fist

A voice if could just make you hear

Make this all right

And I’m

Still

Still calling

Still…

Still…

Still calling

Severed tongues and glowing eyes

In a threat that comes as no surprise

An expose of pearly lies for our paper hero

Open wide

Soon to be rendered obsolete

All you have belongs to me

Glamour pigs

Media whores

Let blood run like a waterfall

Toothy grins and limp handshakes

And pray to god your soul they take

Now we’re done cheering your name

I’ll sell you out