No friends - don't want them
Just fans to serve your needs
Make money - they adore you
On subservience your ego's fed

Grey matter
Under grey face
You're so witty
We're so base
Grey matter
Under grey face
You're so witty
We're so base

They're screaming for you, for you
They don't know what's true
What's real
Who cares

Kill this scene with your power
Get your contract - distort the facts
You can use and abuse us
We're so mindless we won't react

Grey matter
Under grey face
You're so witty
We're so base
Grey matter
Under grey face
You're so witty
We're so base

Why bother with morals
When you can rest on your laurels
Why bother with morals
When you can rest on your laurels
Why bother with morals
When you can rest on your laurels
Why bother with morals
When you can rest on your laurels

They're screaming for you, for you
They don't know what's true
What's real
Who cares