The spotlight is still on so you can confess your sin to the rest of the world.
Come on, talk about your personal life so that I feel that my life is nothing but an empty space.
It seems that no one has an opinion in this town.
The red carpet is unrolled and my people is going to kneel down again.
I guess it is funny to see those people act as if nothing goes wrong.
Kill your idols.
Your motherfucking goddamn art reflects the tyranny of the empire you love so.
Kill your idols.
Watch the chickenshit servants get popular.
Eight thousand a year and considered middle-class.
It never got me into and never will.
Fuck your bullshit.
You bring me back to my loneliness.
I'd believe in your god if I was rich