I'm pretty sure they're all psychopaths'
Cause when I look in their eyes
I see nothing but glass
And that glass
Laughs whenever pain lasts
We'll rat out the rats
And have a panic attack

They're fine but they're sad
So go ahead and feel bad

What do they want
Self destruction's their fun

Oh they'll go round and round
And start crying out loud
Just to hold the crowd

I'm not a smart man
I hate the work of my hands
So I don't understand
How they enjoy
Selfish Entertainment
If it was up to me I'd take my flame and
Burn it to the ground
Selfish Entertainment
What else could you name it
We're gonna
Burn it to the ground

Oh I hope you're entertained
By the way I contain
All the thoughts in my brain
And how I deal with pain

Maybe you feel the same
Maybe music is your cane
Or crutch either way
It's how you deal with things

I know I'm not
What everyone thought
What do I want
Self destruction sounds fun

Oh they'll go round and round
And start crying out loud
Just to hold the crowd

I'm not a smart man
I hate the work of my hands
So I don't understand
How they enjoy
Three albums
Far from flawless
Out of key
Off beat
It's not even rhyming

You made it this far
Did you beat the 17
I tried to raise the bar
I hope you stick with me

I ask you not to tell me
You couldn't hold out with me
But we're still both here
So that must mean something

Oh I'll say it out loud
And say burn it all down
Just to hold the crowd

Oh I'm not a smart man
I hate the work of my hands
So I don't understand
How they enjoy

Selfish Entertainment
If it was up to me I'd take my flame and
Burn it to the ground
Selfish Entertainment
What else could you name it
We're gonna
Burn it to the ground

Selfish Entertainment
If it was up to me I'd take my flame and
Burn it to the ground

Selfish Entertainment
What else could you name it
We're gonna
Burn it to the ground
Yeah

I've given you all I got
I can't do any better
Thank you for sticking it out
Sincerely your Jester