Bloodied and bowed, and out of your mind,
You're shaking like a leaf, your smile is fading

Caught! With dirt in your mouth
Your shamed and dated fame is lacerated with doubt
And lo! We've seen through your emptiness and giddiness
in the making of you
"But I have made it!"
I cut you down and you're still tainted famous
And I will take you through the rusted valley
of your failures

Step back and take a minute to yourself
You seem a little bewildered by your fall
If you get away, make sure I make the highlights?

And I'll...I'll bust out in a paper suit of arms
and climb into the frame you're wasting with your lecherous life
And I'll have made it!
I cut you down and you're still tainted famous
But I have made it, there's something wrong
There’s nothing here but glitter, shit and
little shards of life

We'll run the lens begin
Through all the middle, little million pieces of your life
You've taken everything, you've touched it and it's died
I framed it

Step back and take a minute to yourself
You seem a little bewildered by your fall
We'll run it again when it seems you've got your breath
We'll take it away the second that you're made up
and waiting for your close up