Lyrics
Turn away girl
When you talk to me
Junk nation
I am sick of you
Wish i could put my head in the sun
Information like a cartoon
My girl, my girl
I wanna feel
Fake world, my girl
You make it real
My girl, my girl
I wanna feel
Fake world, my girl
You make me real
Bitch you make me real
Bitch you make me real
I wanna see you
Never what i do
Everytime i see their faces around
I feel like i'm just
Another hollow man lost in the crowd
When you can't be yourself
And it feels like i'm doing it to myself
To myself
To myself
I wanna smell you
I wanna touch you
I wanna feel you
Like a model
Pink tits, big lips
Smell me, bite me
And your body blow up
Doll nylon thongs
And french perfume
Liposuction, depilation
Hot porn, popcorn
Alcohol, implants
Congratulations
Fast food, hollywood
Do it cause it feels good
People talk, what the fuck
If you mess up they can cut you up again
Botox, silicone
Bad luck, you're still alone
Superficial, artificial
You're just a piece of media
Girl your pussy on the dancefloor
Soundbite politician
Your thoughts are being used
Big big it's all
What a commercial break
White noise, white trash
Everywhere i go it's all the same shit
White noise, white trash
Everywhere i look it's all the same crap
Don't be empty
Take a pill
Unhappy
Take a pill
You're lonely
Take a pill
Too tired
Take a pill
Can't sleep
Take a pill
Faded
Take a pill
Can't fuck
Take a pill
Or join the army
Or join the army
Or join the army
Yeah
