Though my faith is strong, you can't ask me to believe in fashion
The emptiness has well rooted, so deeply in their hearts...
We are sleepwalkers treading on the empty silence,
We are shells of casted muses, and the blaring sirens.
In the hive you feel warm and sure.
In the hive you are all so numb.
Up your nose and down your spine,
Down your throat and up your thighs
Stretch my arms towards the light, void and nausea is all I find.
All good will is lost, all neurons burst. Your idols wasted, like toilet paper,
Pretty girls all packed like cans of beer, you thought you'd have one, but then you grab all 6
They're all the same and the sale is on the one for free
Don't do this to yourself (3), don't do this to the world.
Pretty boys all fucked up, on jager and vic's
Thought you'd love one, end up trying with 6.
They're all the same and the sale is on the one for free
Don't do this yourself, Don't do this to the world.