Superstar By Kyshera Words by James Kennedy Superstar, time will show just what you are Helpless, frail, shallow Shark Cowering in a plastic heart On a scrap-yard Superstar, refuse sold by glitz & charm And a slide-show of seasonable façades Just fast food in a different mask Of stained gla** When you have bought everything they told you to The purpose of fashion is to re-sell to you The same as new Don't let the exterior distract your view From the swindle in front of you Don't let the exterior become virtue Turn away & it breaks in two Superstar, symbol of our modern farce Where style comes first & content last In our 'one-use' garnish, glitter farm We call culture Don't let the exterior distract your view From the swindle in front of you Don't let the exterior become virtue Turn away & it breaks in two If we merit mediocrity That's all that we will ever be Those that ride on the shallow tide Get washed up quickest every time When you have bought everything they told you to The purpose of fashion is to re-sell to you The same as new Don't let the exterior distract the view From the swindle in front of you Don't let the exterior become virtue Turn away & it breaks in two Or are we just as broken too