Dung Beetle

You're cool, let's talk about it how you're really great
I see a frowning look or maybe it's a bad play
Trying to be different, you hit the stereotype

So what? so what?

Praised, you really wrote "self love"
On a billboard?
Razed, it's says "I'm a dung"
In a chemical toilet

Where is the real you under all this dust?
And stop pretending there is something inside the husk
Lump goes up while you're flushed through the same pipe

So what? so what?

Come and play, for the day
All the way, down
All the lies drawn in lines
You're in disguise, clown

So much to rock about but jerk you're just forgetting
Your obsession to be seen is your burden
You're barely breathing deep into this sea of hangers-on

So what? so what?

Praised, you really wrote "self love"
On a billboard?
Razed, it's says "I'm a dung"
In a chemical toilet

Come and play, for the day
All the way, down
All the lies drawn in lines
You're in disguise, clown

What is seen behind all this pampering
Say what? cause you're in disguise

All the sins, degeneration of mine
All the sins, this generation of mine
You're a dung beetle

Come and play, for the day
All the way, down
All the lies drawn in lines
You're in disguise, clown

What is seen behind all this pampering
Say what? cause you're in disguise