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Red Suburb
Let the Masks Fall
Star System
Wind of panic,
Smell of scandal
A synthetic star
With icy appearances...
Ethics don't matter,
Social positions
These are only lustful desires
To a pop musical background
Cardboard rebels
For pawns of weakness
False provocation,
Simple question of commerce
Originality
Only repeated
Alienating novelty,
Submissive adolescence
Sexual weapons
Of flat lust
Stay beautiful,
Turn us away from the crisis
For the day will come
Where the masks will fall
Time will pass,
You will become flabby bodies...
Wandering forever
In the gossip magazines
Bedside reading
D 'average imbeciles
Who will still remember
The last flash of brilliance
Of your sad fate
Of ancient stardom...
Ah we we don't want the star system,
And we spit on the star system,
And we vomit on the star system,
Because we refuse the star system...