Coy voyeurs on the horizon, get in line
You're just a follower
Savoy auteurs will feed you your own mind they just grow hollower
Cause we
Can't quite unsee
Your like on my bikini photo from last January
I'm blanking
When did we meet?
Is this some vague common connection
Whose name's escaping me?
So wake up you simple child with your headrush
It gets you off till it's too damn much to bear
Your time is spent on opinions and borrowed views
You're just a follower
Surrounded by other minions paying their dues
They just grow hollower
So wake up you simple child with your headrush
It gets you off till it's too damn much to bear
And meanwhile you're coming closer to nowhere
Your fetish for velveteen armchairs
Should be enough
Coy voyeurs with your sunken eyes
Swipe right to seek a new reply
Coy voyeurs with your industry ties
There's nothing going for you otherwise
Coy voyeurs with your sultry lies
Soon nobody will sympathize
Coy voyeurs with your sunken eyes
Who's left for you to fetishize?