In a time of fake breasts
Superficiality
You worry about the way you look
And not the way you think
Feelings made of plastic
And shallow points of view
Frustrated digestion
Of the ignorance you chew
Poets often quoted
But never really read
Artificial laughter
When everyone is sad
Drowning pain with liquor
And hiding up the shame
Beneath make-up and costumes
That are fit to play the game
Slave to emptiness - afraid to be yourself
Slave to emptiness - captive of the void
Slave to emptiness - speaking words of others
Slave to emptiness - get out of my sight
It's a social war you're fighting
And the enemy is your self
Dressed to kill the fear
Of becoming an outcast
Posing and behaving
Like someone you are not
Lacking personality
You glitter while you rot
Spend more time creating
A false identity
Than you do evolving
Individuality
And that's the life you're living
Losing friends along the way
Filling the abyss inside you
With nothing, you're enslaved
