SuperImposter Songtext
von Oceansize

Blurred spectacle, ineffectual - let′s call it romantic. On awakening I
look straight at the sun, I'm pinned to the corner like the class clown.
But once I get in front I′ll let you drown like a cat. 'Til I'm dealt
that card the engine′s on, I′m in the car. One suck on the pipe and I'll
be gone. I′m accountable. I'm responsible - you can call me pragmatic. What took away the fame? Could it be built up again - the acclaim and
the constant eulogies for class clowns like me? But once I get in front
I′ll terrorize all I want and the world won't turn... stops and stagnates...
disintegrates. This romantic dream keeps you in a cage...

Should I not fraternize with these angels I′ve loved?
But if I'm out of time I'll say my goodbyes and float downstream...
and have cynics witness me grow rotten at the seams...