your fashion, kills trends to their end

your cycle of nonsense bleeds to its core, repeats once again

perfection, best play by the rules

this shit by you false-core will kill your own trip

play you the fool

kill trend suicide

false-core genoocide



the fashion, gone glory to capitalist ways

faceless, sold into corporate ways

no vision or thought is what you get out, fight for your own belief

for in the end you must give in, fuck off trend casualties



this way,

that way,

no way,

well anyway