Rusty Armour

                                  There's something cold and bleak

Behind that smile, that's shining through

You sense it when she's walking next to you



Her mouth a simple cut when words

Flows out, a blabbermouth

She's very close to make her dreams come true



She's looking perfect unless you

Scratch the surface, or punch a hole

She is a sample from the TV breed



Let's penetrate the rusty armor



I won't loose to her conventions

I don't care to her credentials



In her reality, there's nothing

That's surreal, obscene

She has become her self made

Drama queen



Let's penetrate the rusty armor

Grind it down to the meaningless



I won't loose to her conventions

I don't care to her credentials



The lifestyle she represents has

Nothing to do with us

It's just the image of the image

That's selling itself

The concept is to be exposed

And to live exposed to society's

Arbitrariness, without any regrets

Except the regret of not being exposed

Trust has no meaning in this reality

Except as a tool to misuse



In order to get advantage

Over your surroundings

Friends are nonexistent

Allies is all

Trust none

Fuck all



There's something cold and bleak

Behind that smile, that's shining through

You sense it when she's walking next to you



She's looking perfect unless you

Scratch the surface, or punch a hole

She is a sample from the TV breed



Let's penetrate the rusty armor

Grind it down to the meaningless

Let's penetrate the fragile armor

Expose her inner self