B.Murphy - IDulls lyrics

[Verse 1] See these Idols Dolls of the eye Dull shine, still bright, blind sight, broke sky These horizons sizzle with an envious lust For open eye lids A demise for rizzle, need a kick up the bu*t 'coz All we've got is broken spy kids Bang bang imploding crowds Sun shines on in floats the clouds And they block it like the block doesn't work on your skin No shelter melting entertainment into Thin goo finger stuck can't shoot shoot Speechless Pingu talk like noot noot Boot up your a**, pull your socks up guys Don't mean to be cra**, I hypothesise that Absence of religion in comes celebrities Lifeless beings, all I'm seeing is effigies No no no concept of equities, their Only prospects are cheques, pity You engulf in their auras coz your more or less androids Identity drought, without a core moral less and void Hierarchies; standard of their nature Higher art? Please, you're a fraud now ain't ya? But that ain't ya fault, I would eat that feast I'd destroy that buffet till the buffet police Shackle my arms and I'm riding in the back seat Snack treats distract me fact sheets attack me f** me Chatting out my a** but it don't mean sh** Make up my own language and I still score hits B.I.G. T.I.T.S. Big Tits Ain't interested or invested in the breast-esis for breakfast Gotta have my bowl gotta have cereal I'm pour, poor milk on my cheerio's Seeing everything the time is going Dealing every minute for hours, slowing Ticking on and on everybody's rushing Tickling seconds got my clock hands blushing Gotta get down to the bus stop Need a ride before my buzz stops [Hook 1] Don't wanna waste my time on you c*nts Gods of the fame f** thy monuments Lifeless beings all I'm seeing is effigies Fandom sheep all I see is them scruff their knees Worshipping idols Curse whipping rivals Soul searching and reading bibles Now idle activities [Hook 2] Do you my luna audience Have enough time to adore me once Maybe twice but I'm not gluttonous In accordance with my gluteus There's a virus in my nucleus At HQ they keep on shooting us Atishoo my sneeze is ludicrous It's so loud I'm getting tinnitus I'm so ill it's so ridiculous Gone back home call me Domesticus You should too just like the rest of us Go back home just like the rest of us! [Verse 2] You desire an idol, it's necessary To edify your dry little head Now you require a pessary unless it's Mary That you've got hanging over your bed Take an extra portion of idolisation Pedal through your caution as I ride on my brazen She's amazing, he's amazing me Need to mute that diluted word it's tazing me If everything's amazing, nothing is amazing We're grazing a land that keeps raising sheep "I got the snap of Rihanna from her tour on your phone? Can I show it to me nana, coz she's bored and forlone Gonna die die die die die die very soon At the funeral can we play a Katy Perry tune?" [Interlude] Men prefer big a**es, it's biologically inclined Because it suggests a more curvaceous spine Which facilitates a pregnancy and bears more healthy children [Verse 3] Tell Minaj I'm getting large on her 45 angle Is she mortified? Strangle me Don't like it when we're ankle deep And she can send her fandom sheep Her random peeps to land a heap of hate my way But all I'll say is not today Bo Beep Bjork taught me science stuff, mutual cores Vulnicura tore virtual galore in my head Then I rest to gleaming Vespertine beats Can't beat the h*mogenic kinetic till I'm dead Wake up wake up now, this is an alarm call Make a make a vow, it isn't harmful Breaker, Breaker, can you hear the encore? I said this is an alarm call So what did Britney teach? Need no vocal chords to mime Taylor's whiff trap stinks as much as yours and mine What did Ariana teach you? What did Mrs Carter teach you? Fraudulent succulent vitriol spew And the rituals brew I watched them as they grew Praise to all these idols now in lieu of being able to Critically think We're on the mitigated brink of Prosaic mosaic pop music If it wasn't for… P!nk (laughter) [Hook 1] [Outro] I'm not benign, I am an octopus When I'm horny that's eroticas In the court of king Caractacus Little Ryan's so immaculate