Lyrics Persona - DED

Persona

This is a funeral
Nobody showed to
I read the eulogy
But I don’t know you
This is a death rattle
I see the black skies
I heard you died in battle
I think I know why
They think you’re beautiful
I think they’re dead wrong
I see internally your energy’s
A timebomb
The thing I hate most
About myself is
Everything you dream about and all you could’ve wanted
All you really ever do is talk talk talk
But I can’t fucking listen to the words that you’re saying like
Gotta call you out
Cuz I’m sick of all your
Lies
Save the song and dance for your weak disciples
But hey you can say what you wanna
Make sure that shit fits your persona
Hey
A dead prima donna
Fake it 'til you make your persona
You keep it suspect
You’re always suspect
I deal in respect
Butcher a weakness
I dug the trench out
I fought the good fight
But you would never know
You’re not about that life
It’s inexcusable
How did we get here
Your popularity is scaring me
It’s so clear
The thing I hate most
About myself is
Everything you dream about and all you could’ve wanted
All you really ever do is talk talk talk
But I can’t fucking listen to the words that you’re saying like
Gotta call you out
Cuz I’m sick of all your
Lies
Save the song and dance for your weak disciples
But hey you can say what you wanna
Make sure that shit fits your persona
Hey
A dead prima donna
Fake it till you make your persona
Stop making stupid people famous
Motherfuckers!
Give it to 'em!
All you really ever do is talk talk talk
But I cant fuckin listen to the words that you’re saying like
Gotta call you out
Cuz I’m sick of all your
Lies
Save the song and dance for your weak disciples
But hey you can say what you wanna
Make sure that shit fits your persona
Hey
A dead prima donna
Fake it till you make your persona