Hella Weights

All prim and proper
You primp and you posture
Flexing and grunting
A total imposter
Throw loud barks at the weakest marks
To look big for the few who care
A tough guy in those eyes and he’ll prove it with lies
A tyrant of bullshit, a head ten feet wide
King of the castle made from smoke and mirrors
Gross, grand dillusions, imagining their cheers
Make sure the spotlight only shines bright for you
But the only place it shines is behind doors in your own room