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
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