This Year's Fashion lyrics
Don't cut your fabric to this years fashion
Head trip on the scene again, pumping in the veins of the rabid mouths to feed. Head back, obsolete...trapped with the secrets that i can not keep today Head spun by a thousand spiders, sucked into their late night infomercials Rolled back with every beat, bound to the bond on a greater feature feat You got it Intrusive Errattic Elusive Your heart aches Infliction Sporadic in an aging contradiction I have a dream It's them and not me You lied, you lied, you lied, oh my Sugar my life, Sweaten my tea You lied, you lied, you lied You've got your hands around my throat You've got your eyes inside my back You lied, you lied, oh my
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