I see people coming out
From the factory on production line
Converted by the media shit
Following the deified stars
Same face, same hair, no brain
Optimized to be controlled
Same world, same life, same dreams
Just doing what they are told
Faded grey
Such is the perfect person now
Be yourself, just straight and proud
Not just a dancing clown in the crowd
Tilt your arms, and scream this loud
Fuck the templates all around!
Fuck the fashion now!
Addiction to the ideals cuz
They are perfect, no complexes
Steroids and silicon
Anorexia, having plastics
Same eyes, same smile, no will
Suffocate in obsessions
Same mouth, same words, same thoughts
They have the same convictions
Conveyor belt made generation
Spirits are made of plastic
Priest of “The Church of Fashion”
I wanna see flesh ‘n’ blood people
Faces with no correction!
Bow to “The Church of Fashion”
Colourful clothes, faded grey personality
No proper thoughts
Following them is your obligation!
Conveyor belt made generation
Eat the fashion, no objection!
Bow to “The Church of Fashion”
An assembly line of crushing doom, blistering death-rock, and misery-laden black-metal, powered by a one-man torture machine. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 30, 2018