Critics Testo

You could say I'm pretentious You could say I'm the nazz You could hail me as the new king of it all You could say I'm nothing new You could speak well of me You could say it's already been done before What will you make of my lines What will you think I've said What hidden secrets will you say are in my head I feel you waiting for me Waiting to dig my grave I'm growing scared of everything you could say Look in my eyes There's no surprise at all Critical mind What will you find to say Old faces in my wardrobe So many I've not seen Memories to look back on people I've been Dead love on faded carpets Nostalgia grows with time I see your face in mirrors shadowing mine I see your dirty finger Marks are still on my wall I can recall the time we tried it that way In dingy hotel backrooms Where paint cracks like your face I must admit I have acquired the taste (?) Stab my arm With your synthetic feelings You amaze me I crave for you You could say I'm pretentious You could say I'm the nazz You could hail me as the new king of it all