Another trend lost in the wind sick of life, sick of friends. It's too bad you're all alike another sheep lost on the side.
Way too easy to rip you apart, fuck your beliefs & fuck your art. What brought you here? Where are you now? You cease to exist when none of your stylish friends are around.
You think you're too hard standing outside, You're just another shadow in the dark that hides. You'll fucking fade away just like the rest. You're a rotting body & I wish you were dead.