Verse 1:
Illusions of a worshipped hero,
Reflected from his looking glass.
The truth's absorbed by two-way mirrors,
The pain's concealed by make-up masks.
Eyeliner once witheld his tears,
But now it melts beneath the heat,
Of the spotlight, lens and public glare;
All blind to his immense deceit.
Chorus:
"I wanted to be him"
That's what the children cry.
Just another broken icon;
His divinity was a lie.
Verse 2:
A million disciples clone the style,
Of this leader lost in a lonely land.
Imitation of what they think they see;
From an idol they'll never understand.
And cheerfully, they chant his songs;
The products of a bitter mind.
The only therapeutic words,
This desperate soul will ever find.
Verse 3:
But now the mask is sliding off,
It cannot last another day,
Of fighting fame to shield the life;
Of a man who longs to fade away.
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