Spew out pea-brain critiques in fanzines for fuckin' geeks 
If you're starved to live by decree, feed on flavors of the week 

You're making enemies with every word we read 

Stare and wait with no clue 
Can't dance like your idols do 
Slam the door shut and leave so disappointed 
All that you got was me 

We're making enemies with every word we breathe we'

So quick to show off a knock -off style 
So proud you climbed to the top of the pile 

Hollow heads swallowed empty fads whole 
Once they bled all the real shit dry
A sense of security in typecast indentity 
You wanted an enemy and you made one out of me