Текст песни «Tilt - Clothes Horse»

You are an affectation of every passing fad, your butane smile's =
Indelible, your talk is thoughtless gas, you live like a Coke machine, =
Convince me of your strife, tasty tyke of augmentation you'll pay with =
Your life. Your youth is eveything, your cock is all, your body makes =
Bank and your mind is small, your youth is everything, your tits stand =
Tall, your body makes bank and your mind is dull. Your needle eyes and =
Hands of slate regard a stuff repose, contemplate your mindless fate =
While powdering your nose, loathing all that you can't fathom, cuckhold =
By your pride, endorsing a madman's marketed worldwide. Rested on your =
Sculpted shoulders all the weight of fame, statuesque emaciaciation is =
The mole of day, packaging rebellion in a palatable box, wash away the =
Meaning as you wash your frosted locks. Yes we made you what you are, we =
Buy the clothes you wear, we buy the shit that shapes your hair, we buy =
Your hipness anywhere, but time will surely vanquish you and we'll no =
Longer worship you.
Submitted by: Mel