Lyrics Bastardom - Criminal

Bastardom

Five minutes of fame
A lifetime of shame
You sold your soul
To rot and roll
Plastic provocation
Prepackaged rebellion
For the ever-hungry herd
Ruminant mass of nerds
Your image of lies
Is large than life
Your verbal ammunition
Cliches and repetition
Cheap, worn-out symbolism
Ease target, a dead religion
Early on your substance lost
All is said and done and sold
Another gear in the machine
Fast food for blank souls
More product for the industry
Leave your ideals at the door
Ephemeral shin
Certain decline
You’ll go far
Shin on bastard star
Bastard star