Cynthia G. Mason

Critic

04:15
Cynthia G. Mason
2000
Cynthia G. Mason

Lyrics

critic waiting around for the critic we curtsy and we bow before the critic we don’t converse we just remove our skin convinced that it’s a test thumbing through all of our little distractions they become our anesthesia and i’m anesthetized so much of the time just waiting for my critic i’m tagging it down i’m marking it all down i’m pushing it down over to you this is just a sample of my first impressions i’m begging you for a handful of your first impressions what are you waiting for who are you waiting for anyway someone to map out what you made i’m setting the table hand you a plate of my requests you can swallow down what you like best and you can spit out the rest we’re so addicted to the critic we scramble to share before the critic so quick to please we rearrange our notes prepared to glaze and fire eager to mold to satisfaction this becomes our anesthesia and i’m anesthetized so much of the time just waiting for a reaction