A Not So Modern Parasite

Honesty has no clothing preference
And fashions are serpents favorite skin

We've found an inviting spot
Upon this sinking soil
And we are longing for a moment of sincerity

And, yet, you disseminate your trite
And mind your profit margin

We know just what you're after
Fashioned sheet of glass, obvious in your intentions
Are we your favorite assists?
Can't you see it? It's right in front of you
You are the death
You are the death that comes to...
You are the death that comes to kill the true

You are the dеath that comes to kill the true
You arе the death that comes to kill the true

Never put prestige before your passions
We'll unveil the venom
If only shallowness was a deformity
You'd never show your fucking face around here again
Prefabricated poison under a musical guide
Is your heart for public observation
Or a vehicle for material aspirations?

Unfortunately, words waste ink more
Than they impress in minds
Unfortunately, words waste ink more
Than they impress in minds
Unfortunately, words waste ink more
Than they impress in minds

And one day, the world might just give you the stage
And what would you have to offer?
I fear not very much at all
I fear not much at all

Please, don't waste
Please, don't waste
Please

Please, don't waste our time