Testo One Man

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