fuck off, you generic twats
your conformity's starting to bug me
all you motherfuckers look just the same
i'll equalize any who oppose me
here we go, i'm back in time, it's like i'm in high school
your neon dress don't impress anyone, you damn fool
i know you wanna stand out, that's easy to see
but it's hard to when you don't have a personality
it's ninety degrees out, ditch that circle scarf
and your stunnas are so gaudy, i think i might just BARF!
nylon and lookbook might say you look cool
but look in a fuckin' mirror, can't you see you're a tool?
your brain's surely melted from all the blow
bought with your parent's money, you roll in their dough
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so go ahead and listen to your favorite pitchfork band
with overmixed reverb, the lyrics you can't understand
you dress up for their shows gaudier than a drag queen
AND DON'T MOVE. it's a hardcore show; fuck fashion, fuck bein' clean!
act interested in something for once! your friends won't judge you!
oh wait, they're hipsters; yeah they will, never mind.
behind your million layered threads
lies an emotive human soul, desperate to be fed
so just drop the act, cut out the smack
'cause right now, you're about as enjoyable as a spoonful of ipecac.
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drop that ungodly facade.
x666