your fashion, k**s trends to their end your cycle of nonsense bleeds to its core, repeats once again perfection, best play by the rules this sh** by you false-core will k** your own trip play you the fool k** trend suicide false-core genoocide the fashion, gone glory to capitalist ways faceless, sold into corporate ways no vision or thought is what you get out, fight for your own belief for in the end you must give in, f** off trend casualties this way, that way, no way, well anyway