The fantasy has expired, is spoiled and reeks of complete shit
Force fed, easily digested you seem so used to the taste of it
Burn burn dying star, how I wonder just who you are
Think you're above the world so high, till you crash and burn you are expired
Monotony infiltrates the rebel
Wrapped in plastic and ready to sell
Packaged nonsense on store shelves
Swallow slowly and savor it
This is the death of the rock star, end of an era for the rock star
Replaced by the puppets are our rock stars, this is the death of the rock star
Raise your hand if you love the eyes of the public,
Raise your hand if you don't mind playing puppet
Raise your hand if you love the eyes of the public,
Raise your hand if you have no soul and you love it
Burn burn dying star, how I wonder just who you are
Think you're above the world so high,
Till you crash and burn you are expired