Oppressive Face

Your oppressive face
Your oppressive face
You're a dead man to me
Your oppressive face
Your oppressive face
You're a dead man to me

If your touch is gold
If your touch is gold
Why you only burn a hole?
And I’d like some gold
Glitter on my bones
But I stumble on thresholds

I won’t break a sweat
Now that I'm the man
You adore my brand
A self-proclaimed high rank

Accept me as a real boy
Don't you know that I'm a real boy
Accept me as a real boy
Don't you know that I'm a real boy

Self-proclaim
Self-proclaim
Now that I'm the man
Burn a hole
Glitter on my bones
Self-proclaim
Self-proclaim
Burn a hole