In these days of keeping thin
jumping out of our human skin
modern anxieties keep us in line
believing that whats yours is now mine
walking through shopping malls
and superimposed smiles;
a runway that goes on for miles
furry boots and slutty remarks,
girls baring claws, boys baring bark
alienated among billions of hungry souls
forgetting all that you've been told.
it'll eat you alive,
and grind your bones into makeup.
living off of shattered dreams, never to wake up
we are the mannequin people, the starlets of new,
the golden children of excess, humans gone askew.
a twinkle in the eyes of every picture taken,
a calogen face never to be shaken.
dead brains that mimic eachother,
chattering and slurring words,
rhyming in rotten context,
broken little birds
we're drunk off our own irony,
in a constant state of repair,
the youthful party people that never seem to care.