Trend

your new trend is a fucking disaster.
dont try and fool us with pretentious laughter
i think i can see but its not very clear
i know you know what happened here
death cab comes, quick bolt the door
the bloody kleenex all over the floor
glorified and glamorized,
try and forget their sunken eyes.
you said shoot up, come fly with me
the sickness wouldnt set them free
your friends followed down that path you led
too bad all of your friends are dead
its on your hands, and heres a tip:
we dont care if your really hip
your models are beautiful, dont get me wrong
emaciated junkies have been in all along
down your runway, hell comes faster
your new trend is a fucking disaster.