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fuck off, you generic twatsyour conformity's starting to bug meall you motherfuckers look just the samei'll equalize any who oppose mehere we go, i'm back in time, it's like i'm in high schoolyour neon dress don't impress anyone, you damn fooli know you wanna stand out, that's easy to seebut it's hard to when you don't have a personalityit's ninety degrees out, ditch that circle scarfand your stunnas are so gaudy, i think i might just BARF!nylon and lookbook might say you look coolbut look in a fuckin' mirror, can't you see you're a tool?your brain's surely melted from all the blowbought with your parent's money, you roll in their doughx2so go ahead and listen to your favorite pitchfork bandwith overmixed reverb, the lyrics you can't understandyou dress up for their shows gaudier than a drag queenAND DON'T MOVE. it's a hardcore show; fuck fashion, fuck bein' clean!act interested in something for once! your friends won't judge you!oh wait, they're hipsters; yeah they will, never mind.Letras de cancionesbehind your million layered threadslies an emotive human soul, desperate to be fedso just drop the act, cut out the smack'cause right now, you're about as enjoyable as a spoonful of ipecac.x2drop that ungodly facade.x666 From Letras Mania