Void by Paint It Black
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 sh*t.
Can't you smell it?
We'll disappear without a trace if we don't spit it right back in their f**king face.
We'll die for that look.
We'll cut ourselves up for that look.
Self-esteem built on surgery and diet books.
We're not buying what you're selling.