This glorified dropout
Is sleeping with a smile
Is standing out from the crowd
By changing one detail
He lost his adaptation
Made some petty noise
Lost his isolation
Hit every other voice
Pray for the final paradise
It's the primal pride
Preach to end the crisis
Something to confide
This glorified dropout
Derides the bored eyes
The touch that makes him proud
A brainstorm he denies
A wise guy who profits
By the wordless yell
The sermon as a unit
A stolen promise to sell
