Tvhead

You are a child of TV's lies with pound sterlings in your eyes. Your instant coffee gets you wired, you are a slave to your desires. Corrupted by your sense of greed you pile up crap that you don't need. Consume your way to fill the void, replace the values life destroyed. Fake tan, fake smile, and your fake friends - don't you just love the modern trends? Salvation comes in powdered form: another line and you're reborn. Your brand new skin's designer chic. Your top is bright, your eyes are bleak. Your hollow neon backdropped dreams will set the scene for midnight screams.