Lyrics
[verse]
Flip the channel, static pop, cameras flashing
Cardboard kingdom built on gossip, plastic crashing
Every headline needs a clown to wear the crown
So I climbed up on the wreckage, took my bow, spun around
Built you a monster out of magazines and mirrors
Stitched the rumors tighter, made the picture clearer
You wanted noise, I brought the whole parade
Circus tent on fire, and the fire's homemade
[chorus]
We made you, out of static and desire
Out of every screen you stared at till you caught the fire
We made you, so don't act like it's a mystery
You built the stage yourself, now you're begging me for pity
[verse]
Talk show couch, confetti cannon, velvet rope
Every scandal sells a little more of the same old dope
I'm the mirror that you didn't want to see
Funhouse glass reflecting back your whole identity
Paparazzi flashbulbs, popping like a cap gun
Everybody laughing till the joke becomes the last one
Still I keep it moving, still I keep it loud
Built a throne from wreckage, standing tall and proud
[chorus]
We made you, out of static and desire
Out of every screen you stared at till you caught the fire
We made you, so don't act like it's a mystery
You built the stage yourself, now you're begging me for pity
[bridge]
Lights down low, curtain call is coming
Engines of the hype machine still humming
Everybody wants a piece of the parade
But nobody remembers who the pieces made
[chorus]
We made you, out of static and desire
Out of every screen you stared at till you caught the fire
We made you, so don't act like it's a mystery
You built the stage yourself, now you're begging me for pity
