She won't come down
She can't come down
And you know you're
Starting to fall
She can't come down
The night is barely
Propping her up as it is
And she knows
What's waiting below
She says you can't be fearless
Until you've felt fear
Breaking your bones
She says the audience
Doesn't matter
When you're performing for
Ghosts you hate
Cuz it's the form that counts
So get another round
You can't let some stuckist
Manifesto shake art down
She's on the table now
Attracting a crowd
As she sings
Isn't she
Pretty in drink
Isn't she
Tragic in pink
She can't come down
She won't come down
Like some stuckist making
Anti-anti-art
She won't come down
She knows condemning
Artifice poisons
Reality so...
On with the blow
She says you can't be peerless
Until you face your fears
And break your heart
She says the audience
Is all that matters
Because she's
Redefining fake
Yeah she said let form go
F*ck your hip status quo
We don't agree with your
Mustachioed politburo
You're on your tables now
You are her fawning crowd
As you sing
Isn't she
Pretty in drink
Isn't she
Tragic in pink
She won't come down
She can't come down
But it's obvious
She's starting to fall
She can't come down
Her eyes never close
When her face hits the ground
Cuz she knows
Her crash is part of the show
She says you choose to be faithless
When you let fear
Break your heart
Leave a jejune audience
In tatters
Like you're performing for
Gods you hate
Form doesn't justify
It doesn't run and hide
Like that cheap thing in you
Qualifies to disqualify
Under her table now
She's jeering at the crowd
And I can, see...
She won't come down
She can't come down
And you know
You're starting to... fall