Juvenescent Beat!
Rebellion is the New Black
A nicely polished surface masks A shade of emptinessWe could strip away the pretenseReveal their stained glass skinAfter all, do they feel this alive?Do they sing the way that we always have?I read somewhere, maybe in a magazineThat rebellion is the new blackAnd I can't hear my stifled voiceAs my throat begins to crackMuscles locked in atrophyI feel my mind collapseDebutante cuts a rug at the Marxist ballShakes her hips to a beat she cannot feelShe's got the steps down, she's got the formDebutante missed a step and now she's goneRelease me from this facaadeAfter all, I can't feel my lungs
From Letras Mania