Conductor LyricsI know what you're thinking, "Here it comes, ah-ha"
Crushing all dreams of me being unpredictable
They could wake up with it all gone and then stand out
Turning store bought into steaming on windowsills
But the commotion streams right past, they've seen this before
So many risk takers passing the parcel
'Cause we like to pretend our thin ice is hallowed
More like reinforced Perspex on top of The Shard
Where any planned death is sunsеtted to save paperwork
I could wallow in thеse wetted robes 'til I shrivel up
Like the Sun Maid I am, I made up, I do stuff
Take a leaf out my leaflet, it's a work in progress
That will amount to something once I jump the ship
I don't care for your guard down, that's not "so me"
Passing my cloud of character through a fine mesh sieve
Rendering fat from the lean to cherry pick the greatest hits
Perhaps that's why no one likes what the mirror spits
An amorphous doughy blob lacking chocolate chips