Star f**ing Hipsters - Design lyrics

It's a simple disease yet complex with complicity It's the dying mans voice when no words can be spun It's the wrench in the cogs of the smoking machinery That plows through family and friends just for fun When you can't stop a world that's grown ill with insanity And there're no longer words to express your distrust And this f**ing disaster shows no rhythm or rhyme That we've ruined it all disa**embled From our own Design, design, designed to distrust Design, design, designed to be lost Designed, in blood we all sign Grave obligations to commit unforgivable We need 600 bodies to complete this new graveyard And 10,000 gallons just to drown all our rage A dozen more names just to finish the headstones Some bravery to get us all out of this cage The bodies stack high in this tomb of society And the blade in my skin always writes the best lines A stony dead silence seems to cut through the scenery It's the malignant cancer we've created through our own Design, design, designed to distrust Design, design, designed to be lost Designed, in blood we all sign Grave obligations to commit unforgivable crimes Crimes, crimes of a dubious nature Crimes just for quick-cash or more social stature Crimes, against our own world in time Wicked mistakes makes us victims of our own Design, design, designed to distrust Design, design, designed to be lost Designed Design, design, designed to distrust Design, design, designed to be lost Designed