There's something cold and bleak Behind that smile, that's shining through You sense it when she's walking next to you Her mouth a simple cut when words Flows out, a blabbermouth She's very close to make her dreams come true She's looking perfect unless you Scratch the surface, or punch a hole She is a sample from the TV breed Let's penetrate the rusty armor I won't loose to her conventions I don't care to her credentials In her reality, there's nothing That's surreal, obscene She has become her self made Drama queen Let's penetrate the rusty armor Grind it down to the meaningless I won't loose to her conventions I don't care to her credentials The lifestyle she represents has Nothing to do with us It's just the image of the image That's selling itself The concept is to be exposed And to live exposed to society's Arbitrariness, without any regrets Except the regret of not being exposed Trust has no meaning in this reality Except as a tool to misuse In order to get advantage Over your surroundings Friends are nonexistent Allies is all Trust none f** all There's something cold and bleak Behind that smile, that's shining through You sense it when she's walking next to you She's looking perfect unless you Scratch the surface, or punch a hole She is a sample from the TV breed Let's penetrate the rusty armor Grind it down to the meaningless Let's penetrate the fragile armor Expose her inner self