Lyrics Job Interview - Pintandwefall

How do I talk to you
Your eyes are dead
And your face is in the way
Suffocating even me

Your friend is nice
But your bloated face
Is still asking me
Illegal questions

How can I ignore you
Your zombie eyes are aimed at me
And your puffed up smile
Never drops for a moment

Maybe it's a strategy
To make me feel insecure
While I'm begging for the job
Is that it??

You think your oozing victory
Triumph seeping through
Instead it's comedy out your pores
Tragedy out of your muscles

Seem to be losing my mystery
Last crumbs of my charm
Ass shaking, panic settling in
If only I were in a disco

Your face will soon be history
Only a memory
Never have to see you again
Unless I actually got the job