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Idol America
Icons crawling on their knees
Reality is our sickness
To busy to live out our own
While we depend on someone else
To do our own thinking
We claimed to be enlightened
But we know your just kidding
Repacked and reissued
Everything's for sell
Opulence to degenerates
What's art? We can no longer tell
Suffer me one moment
And I'll charge you for time
Give me some other lesson
Assure me once more that I'm fine
Reduced fat, lowly itemized
We work so hard to perfect our form
I have a skinny little girlfriend
That's how we define the norm
Give us your best
And we can make them better
Put them on primetime TV
Pour your heart to the letter
Fucking out your brains
Behind pixilated haze
All for entertainment
In hopes of better days
Celebrity relationships are in our church
Praise the lord for our savior
Thank God there is no God
To whom we condone our behavior
This is the product of a generation
One more useless slur
This is the product of our generation
Our morals now a blur
bjmorga
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