Wise

Creep Show

A portrait immortal like a spoilt Andy Warhol
The world is not eternal, the Devil in the detail
Trapped in the idea of this fucked panacea
You believe in wonder but strive for mediocre

Too smart, too fly, too sharp too bright
Too smart, too fly, too sharp too bright

The keys to the kingdom, your own personal plaything
While things collapsing you sit there laughing
No one is ever safe, the emperor sits in state
No one is ever safe

Too smart, too fly, too sharp, too bright
Too wise, too wise, too wise, too wise
Too wise, too smart, too fly, too sharp, bright
Too smart, too fly, too sharp, bright
Too smart, fly, too sharp, too
Wise, too wise, too wise

Hope springs eternal, the flag's unfurling
The keys to the kingdom, your own plaything
Part of a grand design, there walls now trapped inside
[?] there is no last laugh

Too smart, too fly too sharp too bright
Too smart, too fly, too sharp too bright
Too smart, too fly, too sharp too bright
Too wise, too wise, too wise, too wise
Too wise, wise, too wise, too wise too wise
Too wise, too wise, too wise, too wise