26 July 2012
Stuck to this conveyor belt On a destination that's not my choice They tell me it's 'my journey' But they've taken away my voice
I signed on the dotted line Did what I thought I should But how do you work out who your friends are When these sycophants are so good?
Exploitation, degradation Got to make the front page news A life of fame Or a life worth nothing This is what they make me choose
Money rolling in Debauchery beyond what I can handle Top class menu listing every sin All the better for a scandal
Need these uppers To keep me on top Don't want my body to let me down Cut another line A haze of days Liquid lunches help me drown
You can't change who you really are Despite your alter egos insistence You can run away, but you won't get far Ridiculed for your token resistance.
Gonna Make You A Star.. • Opuss № I