| I am hardcore as a peach
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| Trend sells — the swells
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| Nowadays — there is no chance if you don’t take part
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| Present your self — on fucking myspace
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| Sell your soul — and join the fame race
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| The goal is just — one click away
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| Perversion of a — machinery
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| Numbers decide your — destiny
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| It´s a simple game, the rules are clear and there’s no other way
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| Recognition — the fame is just one click away!
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| There’s no hope for an awakening
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| Intolerance feeds the great elite
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| From the ashes — of my burning wings
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| Beneath a war — from tears of blood
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| On my horizon — shines the fame by name
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| We’re creating fame by name
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| Be commercial, take the blame
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| Make sure — that you will fit into the standards
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| Yeah yeah! |
| — and get yourself a proper haircut
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| ‘cause fashion counts — more than your heart-blood
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| And good old music — don’t breaks a girlies heart
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| Trend sells
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| There is no chance for an awakening
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| My skills are represented
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| By my fancy shirt
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| My riff is so confusing
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| To blur the dirt |