Good Fashion

(アルバム： Human The Death Dance - 2007)

Dark lenses, tint the windows that are under my eyelids
To hide from the light like I'm stuck in a fire pit
Burning up a sigh, with no desire to live through these lies
So I suffer in silence
Culture of violence, truth stuck behind my lips
Bound, gagged, and whipped, stripped, divided and split
Eating words with a forked tounge
And now the grumble of my stomache's got the thump of a war drum
A battle going on inside, nobody's safe from
Clowns are playing rusian roulette with paint guns
They run in place, and they call it the human race
Losing pace with that stupid look on their face, shooting blanks
And all they ask is why I wear these glasses
And all I can tell them is hell, it's good fashion
All they ask is why I wear these glasses
And all I can tell them is, hell...
We're acting like men of steel, with a thin protective shield
Gathering the raw footage that can never make the final reel
So we cover up the stories that eyes tell, make way for what we take to the grave
It doesn't bind both souls, buried in a faustian bargain bin
In the cemetary there's a joust between God and men
Talking loud, but aint saying nothin, used to have daily discussions, I doubt we'll ever talk again
And all they ask is why I wear these glasses
And all I can tell them is hell, it's good fashion
All they ask is why I wear these glasses
And all I can tell them is, hell...