Star Fucking Hipsters - Design

It's a simple disease yet complex with complicity
It's the dying mans voice when no words can be spun
It's the wrench in the cogs of the smoking machinery
That plows through your family & friends just for fun
When you can't stop a word that's grown ill with
Insanity
And there're no longer words to express your distrust
& this fucking disaster shows no rythm or rhyme
That we've ruined it all disassembled
From our own

Design, design, design to distrust
Design, design, design to be lost
Designed, in blood we all sign
Grave obligations to commit unforgivable

We need 600 bodies to complete this new graveyard
adn 10 000 gallons just to drown all our rage
A dozen more names just to finish the headstones
Some bravery to get us all out of this cage
The bodies stack high in this tomb of society
And the blade in my skin always writes the best lines
A stoney dead silence seems to cut trough the scenery
It's the maligant cancer we've created
Through our own

Design, design, design to distrust
Design, design, design to be lost
Designed, in blood we all sign
Grave obligations to commit unforgivable

Crimes, crimes, crimes of the dubious nature
Crimes just for quick-cash or more social stature
Crimes against our own world in time
Wicked mistakes makes us victims of our own

Design, design, design to distrust
Design, design, design to be lost
Designed

Design, design, design to distrust
Design, design, design to be lost
Designed