a sick nation. starvation (i guess that's what's in fashion). a bait & switch and guess who's gonna cash in? they wrapped it in cellophane and found a way to sell it. we're standing knee deep in shit. can't you smell it? we'll disappear without a trace if we don't spit it right back in their fucking face. we'll die for that look. we'll cut ourselves up for that look. self-esteem built on surgery and diet books. fuck you. we're not buying what you're selling. |