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Lyrics

We're stuck in a world where truth is the first casualty Just another well cut fashion, we're soaking down breeding Rolling around in our premium lack of feeling Put on your slick dark lashes We're bending down to the fucking famous But no one will pay the cost laid by our classical means They'll spend it until their statements get better We all buy it, we don't fight when it gets better Still, the new art won't stand to feed us They stack all lies and they show us all we need Licking down dirt it's all greed, it's all routine We got new shackles, we're governed slaves And it's all been paid, it's all been said They say that the cost is no matter, that's irrational wheeze Because you're still no classic Stick around, be the last coat hanging It's like a Maglite flashing It doesn't matter how you want to Frame it, when the beauty ain't ever in it Just another line of your well cut fashion They all bow to the colors of your dark lashes The new art won't stand to feed us They stack all lies and they show us all we need Taking their time behind our backs, it's all routine We got new shackles, we're governed slaves If I'm not okay you'll take it out of the last in me It's our own late show, it's our only choice We don't mind when it gets better We don't mind when it's all pleasure The new art won't stand to feed us We ain't better, we ain't feathered, so don't bother us And we ain't silenced, ain't titled, ain't far away We lack no motion, they show us all we need Licking down dirt, it's all greed Pull it down with your slick trigger finger We lack no shackles, we're governed slaves If I'm not okay you'll take it out of the last in me