THE DUKE

Walking with an aristocratic audacity

You are coolness royalty

Casually dropping capital vocabulary

Owning the most desirable discography

But you don't have any good people in your life (and are you good?)

But you don't have any love in your life (and can you love?)

I am sitting on your bed

Psychedelic art on the shelf

While you're recording your set

And I'm watching you be yourself

The hipster glasses on your nose

Cigarette in your mouth's nook

Headphones on, a DJ pose

It's a whole Raoul look

The limelight on you seems to be a fixation

There are always moths sticking to your sculpture

You got used to bathing in their admiration

But then each one of the moths turned into a vulture

They cut your wings, turned off your light

They devoured your heart and smashed your soul

They fooled your body and ate you alive

Still you just can't, you just can't let them go

You just can't let them go

You just can't let them

You are breathing negativity

Your energy is on a low level

Kicking it high synthetically

Still you can't seem to shake off the devil

I'm not sure you are even aware

That I am here, dressed all black

Merging with the darkness of your flair

You are lost and your mind is a wrack

Emotionally, I'm detached through and through

Never thought I'd ever feel sorry for you

'Cause I used to be one of those moths

But then I made myself turn into a dove

They cut your wings, turned off your light

They devoured your heart and smashed your soul

They fooled your body and ate you alive

Glad that I could, that I could let you go, you go, you go

That I could let you go, you go, you go

You go ...