A Not So Modern Parasite

Lyrics

Honesty has no clothing preference And fashions are serpents favorite skin We've found an inviting spot Upon this sinking soil And we are longing for a moment of sincerity And, yet, you disseminate your trite And mind your profit margin We know just what you're after Fashioned sheet of glass, obvious in your intentions Are we your favorite assists? Can't you see it? It's right in front of you You are the death You are the death that comes to... You are the death that comes to kill the true You are the dеath that comes to kill the true You arе the death that comes to kill the true Never put prestige before your passions We'll unveil the venom If only shallowness was a deformity You'd never show your fucking face around here again Prefabricated poison under a musical guide Is your heart for public observation Or a vehicle for material aspirations? Unfortunately, words waste ink more Than they impress in minds Unfortunately, words waste ink more Than they impress in minds Unfortunately, words waste ink more Than they impress in minds And one day, the world might just give you the stage And what would you have to offer? I fear not very much at all I fear not much at all Please, don't waste Please, don't waste Please Please, don't waste our time