Decadence

Overwhelming machine Sucking you in Making ps out of pretty faces Nothing beneath the skin This is what you have become This is what you are This is the age of decadence Not the age of innocence They will pull you under if you don't know who you are Hold your eyes wide open Recognize this makes no sense What is blind is hopeless What is left is decadence Plastic epidemic Breeding ivory bones Infecting those who let it In an army of clones This is what they have become This is what they are Everyday, bury your dignity in a shallow grave Watch your life go up in flames On the cover of a magazine