slaves to fashion,
you please the crowd, by becoming one of them,
you believe in the season,
and not what is in your heart,
you look to others for leadershipp,
and not God, your Holy Father,

you wonder why you cry at night,
you wonder why you are so lost,
you wonder why you cut yourself,
the blood on the ground, is the new black,
the color on your arm, is the new black,
how does it feel to be in fashion?

does your life feel worth it?
money is no object,
but looks are everything,
you’re burning, but you look good,
you worship false idols,
and false is what your heart is,

you always want more,
fashionable, until the day you die,
what is the purpose of it all?
it has all benn done before,
God is nt something that you can wear,
have fun in your coat of flames.
 
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