He's a pop catastrophe From a strange factory Created to succeed You'll be sedated by the beat. Listen To the synthezieser It's attached to his waist. With speakers in the chest His heart plays a song His heart plays a song His heart plays a song His heart plays... He's a pop catastrophe From a strange factory Created to succeed You'll be sedated by the beat. But something went wrong Yeah something went wrong His mood writes the songs His mood writes the songs Some are sad, but most are sour. He has no control, he has no power. He has no power He has no power He has no power Cuz he's a pop catastrophe From a strange factory Created to succeed You'll be sedated by the beat. You'll be sedated by the beat