Depression

New era smart phone fashion editors turning kids into competitors.
The normal world seems to collapse and these fucking rats makes no place for
any handicaps.
Out of the limousine you look so supreme. Photoshop made you look like a dream.
Backstage cocaine, amphetamine, the perfect role model for a teen.
On the bring of collapse, you people are running laps.
Hiding behind your masks, circling like maniacs.
Another stream on the computer screen. I see shit that I would want to leave
unseen.
Looking for a mainstream figurine, close to the edge, pc and you live clean.
Newborn poser, you were supposed to stay true to the scene.
Now you make a living out of children with low self esteem.
We should have known better.