In a time of fake breasts
Superficiality
You worry about the way you look
And not the way you think

Feelings made of plastic
And shallow points of view
Frustrated digestion
Of the ignorance you chew

Poets often quoted
But never really read
Artificial laughter
When everyone is sad

Drowning pain with liquor
And hiding up the shame
Beneath make-up and costumes
That are fit to play the game

Slave to emptiness - afraid to be yourself
Slave to emptiness - captive of the void
Slave to emptiness - speaking words of others
Slave to emptiness - get out of my sight

It's a social war you're fighting
And the enemy is your self
Dressed to kill the fear
Of becoming an outcast

Posing and behaving
Like someone you are not
Lacking personality
You glitter while you rot

Spend more time creating
A false identity
Than you do evolving
Individuality

And that's the life you're living
Losing friends along the way
Filling the abyss inside you
With nothing, you're enslaved