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 armour

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 selfmade
Drama queen

Let's penetrate the rusty armour
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 armour
Grind it down to the meaningless
Let's penetrate the fragile armour
Expose her inner self