Black asphalt carpet stroke my feet Internal rhythm clocks the beat Liquid refreshment indiscreet Poetic license so concrete On the way toward the light Blind ambition blurs my sight The hand which guides me through the night Has left me alone Sitting pretty on my chair My two way mirror shields the glare Narcissus bows in useless prayer This franchised ego needs repair Imagemaker come to me Make me things that I should be I am only what you see And you're wanting more Champagne Minds and Cold Duck Hearts And who knows where the bullsh** starts The biggest grins on the biggest sharks In the only pond that pays Ma** distribution through master relations Can you get a leg up on the favored nation Can you count your long career in days So check the odds and place your bet Let's have some quiet on this set Some standard moody silhouette I'll hatch another image yet On the way towards the lights Blind ambition blurs my sight The hand which guides me through the night Has left me alone Imagemaker come to me Make me thing that I should be I am only what you see And you're wanting more