The colors of your tribe
Got cut by cyberknife
The streets you hold on to
The digital abuse.
Oh no.
Their files corrupt
Oh no.
They got their glam on fuck
Oh no.
they've got the glitteratti
Oh no.
fucking digital bodies
The colors of your tribe
Got cut by cyberknife
The streets you hold on to
The digital abuse.
Oh no.
Goth glam and Ultrafake
Oh no.
I want some cybercake
Oh no.
we're not the mainstream
Oh no.
someones deranged dream
when your not on top
you fall through the cracks
we'll climb up the walls
and crab at your backs
well get on your knees
and open your mouth
the death of the scene
all up in you now
The colors of your tribe
Got cut by cyberknife
The streets you hold on to
The digital abuse.

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