Given birth to identity crisis.
Pick an addiction for yourself.
The fashion whores on the tv-screens remind you that normal is nothing.
Are you afraid that you are hollow?
Jump the wave and buy yourself some bliss.
But just remember,
that shit still stinks thru the plastic exterior.

You cannot build yourself thru magazines.
Can't print real life on paper.
It's all just introspective heresy.
All surface, no core.

An artificial smile,
attached to trademarked ruins.
Condemned bullshit lifestyle.
Shoot some comfort in your veins.
Have your friends gone out of style?
Do the headlines comfort you at night?
Do you remember,
when all of this seemed so inferior?

Chorus:
Must break away and break this cycle.
Disarm destructive patterns.
Shoving fingers down my throat.
I need to shake this disgust.

An artificial smile,
attached to trademarked ruins.
Condemned bullshit lifestyle.

Your glamours wearing out,
you're left with burned down bridges.
Now shut your fucking mouth.
Your time is finished here.
Your cries go upon deaf ears.
Now learn this lesson well.
Do you remember,
what life is like outside your own hell?

Chorus

Source of a social infection.
Welcome annihilation.