[00:11.38] I watch as I power through this day and age
[00:14.07] An outlier bows into the shrine in vain
[00:16.79] The all-knowing wise speaks to get an ace
[00:19.31] She flew up high without a care in place
[00:22.01] They throw out a line to clean the inner self
[00:24.73] He'll run the track whine, they'll feel no guilt
[00:27.39] They cast on a curse to free their brain and melt
[00:30.06] He takes the force right upon himself
[00:32.62] As long as it's fond and their taste's been fed
[00:35.24] Praising life at once solely for this trend
[00:37.76] Telecaster B-boy, his love a fake decoy
[00:40.70] He licks the justice off his own IV
[00:43.22] Don't act like you ain't destroyed
[00:44.75] G-girl those careless ploys
[00:45.91] You stand upon the circus over the-
[00:48.34] The crying, the bodies
[00:49.73] Clapping both the hands you
[00:51.27] Point to scoff, then turn around and bid adieu
[00:53.71] Telecaster B-boy
[00:55.43] Don't want a fake decoy
[00:56.62] I need a nobody who'd throw that out for love, uh
[00:59.28] 
[01:09.43] You type out your bias on me, it's all nitpicks
[01:12.12] And paying no mind to be so sadistic (sadistic)
[01:14.84] They pin on the thorns, make her maleficent
[01:17.39] In bloom, the rose made a perfect fit
[01:19.91] He drowns out the crowd that throws a burdened fit
[01:22.68] They blow up the sound regardless to admit
[01:25.28] They're stabbing a knife and quote without a wit
[01:27.86] "Bet it's no strife, no, it's just the tip"
[01:30.54] Tell 'em it's not in their place to judge
[01:33.20] Thinking it's a fair game, they don't budge
[01:36.04] Telecaster B-boy, invalid counterpoint
[01:38.71] Such bogus underneath your wall, I need
[01:41.20] More luck with an Android, avoiding tears in void
[01:44.16] Redact her temper tantrum and deny
[01:46.32] The crying, the bodies
[01:47.83] Breaking down the pain
[01:48.95] I'll color correct the bruise, ignore the stain
[01:51.78] Telecaster B-boy, don't want a fake decoy
[01:54.75] I need a nobody who'd hold me tight for love
[01:56.87] 
[02:07.48] A closed up world we're in, feelin' claustrophobic
[02:10.44] You act as though I got a foe in me
[02:12.75] I've chosen who I've been
[02:14.50] Don't have to condone it
[02:15.69] But I'll fight off the voices that oppose
[02:19.25] Telecaster B-boy, his love a fake decoy
[02:22.55] He licks the justice off his own IV
[02:24.61] Don't act like you ain't destroyed
[02:26.33] G-girl those careless ploys
[02:27.86] You stand upon the circus over the
[02:29.95] The crying, the bodies
[02:31.45] Clapping both the hands, you
[02:32.61] Point to scoff, then turn around and bid adieu
[02:35.36] Telecaster B-boy, don't want a fake decoy
[02:38.11] I need a nobody who'd throw that out for love
[02:40.79] Na-da-na-da-nab
[02:41.97] 
