Текст Blood On The Dance Floor – Modern World Christ (Reborn)

Blow my ego
Super sizre
Loved by many
An often despised

Thank you for your tragedy
I’ll use it for my art
The worst crime to commit
Is faking who you are
If my eyes
Showed my soul
Than everyone
Would start to cry
I don’t fake it
To make it
I’d rather die
Than live a lie

As I grow stronger
My voice gets louder
Your shit gets weaker
As I stomp you with my sneakers

Radical
Like science fiction
I’m just hanging for your sins
Last supper at my party
Enemies are just your friends
Managers!? Snakes that are disguised as a Scam artist
Groupies!? They Just wanna suck your dick to gain status
You cannot imagine
The immensity
Of the fucks I do not give
All you people run your mouth
But you ain’t perfect bitch

Thank you for your tragedy
I’ll use it for my art
The worst crime to commit
Is faking who you are
If my eyes
Showed my soul
Than everyone
Would start to cry
I don’t fake it
To make it
I’d rather die
Than live a lie

As I grow stronger
My voice gets louder
Your shit gets weaker
As I stomp you with my sneakers
I am the modern world christ
Let my words eat you alive
As I grow stronger
My voice gets louder
Your shit gets weaker
As I stomp you with my sneakers
I am the modern world christ
Let my words eat you alive

On display
For all to see
Nail me to your crucifix
Got a void inside my chest
That all your likes
Can never fix
I don’t fake it
I’d rather die
Than live a lie
I’d rather die
Than live a lie

As I grow stronger
My voice gets louder
Your shit gets weaker
As I stomp you with my sneakers
I am the modern world christ
Let my words eat you alive

On a cover of a magazine
America needs tragedy
On display
For all to see
Got a void inside my…