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Clotheshorse - Lyrics by Tilt

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