f^2 [fame*fortune]

Oh that dear power trip
Washes over each sprite of us and forces us to inhale
Its intoxicating new formula for existence
As oxygen becomes dreams of control and destiny

So easy to be caught
in the jagged cliffs of reality
When the tidal waves of force escalate the intensity
And shock one with their bitter earnest

So you’ve incinerated your past
A little scandal here or there has now been eradicated
Your identity ever-more concealed
By your search for the F^2 broadcast from Hollywood.

Nevertheless your efficiency left a trace
Your bread crumbs always lead back to your gingerbread house
No point in trying to rip it apart
When the paparazzi are busy dismantling it for you.