Epaulettes

Bathed in that golden sheen
And rapt to your plasma screen
Power
Bedroom reveries and split faculties
Power, power

To plant a flag on your mind
God, forgive me I’m of that kind

Look what you’ve done to me, stripped me right off my memory
Look what I’ve done to me, shedding who I used to be

On this make-believe rostrum I will never fade to grey
Power
But in this skull shaped kingdom I can feel so goddamn numb
Power

Look what you’ve done to me, stripped me right off my memory
Look what I’ve done to me, shedding who I used to be

This skin is a blanket for the debris
Let me be histrionic in various degrees

Power, what have you done?
Left me overdone

Power, power, power
A faustian cliche
Power, power, power
I’m a faustian cliche