Comett - The Method

Listen to me, you’ve got to change your method
Your story, must sound sadly beautiful
Your movie, will win many golden globe
Your lyrics? I don’t understand a word

I'm twenty, I know what is “à la mode”
You’re forty, you’re not fashion anymore
The rock is killed by the neighborhood
Your music, will break through the black mirror

Oh, you’ve got to change your mind

You wanna reach the stars
You gotta leave, you gotta go