The rise of the celebrity shall be the death of me
Jungle, dance floor, stage
Society is caught in this cage
Insta, tiktok, tv, radio
Everyone waits for the kiss they blow
Fake smiles, fake tits, fake tan
The audience stares when they should run
Lights off, brains off, TV on
Every night, a few more brain cells gone
Amuse them
Entertain them
Take their cash
I watch you
You watch them
They perform
They sing
They act
They dance
So that your intellect ends up in a trance
You are enchanted and delighted
Intelligence is not invited
Rose-tinted glasses and smokescreens galore
Every day, you want more and more
More brain-dead fun to applaud and admire
The lack of thinking will soon backfire