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Fashion and the Facsimilie
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Take charge
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Lyrics
Billions of electrical pulses arranged in calculated orders and adjusted to custom volumes
All to construct a moment worth capturing
Pieced apart until everyone thinks that the're the voice of their generation.
Subtlety is a gift rarely given to those who want to be noticed
We starve for attention like termites, eating ourselves out of our own shelter
Is it a lack of insight or simply a loss of control?
A pristine memory or an over indulged imagination?
And despite the acting and the irony, the fashion and the facsimile...we starve for more
Convenient flaws in our designs
They swallow us whole like southwestern divides
But cryptically speaking, I love you
A decade down the line or maybe an hour, who will remember these waves of sound floating into nonexistence as quickly as they pass my lips?
These messages: molded, manufactured, and marketed to a specific age demographic
There's a point where protocol surpasses politeness
Where we utter words of praise and oaths of love out of fear of abandonment
Is it a lack of insight or simply a loss of control?
A pristine memory or an over indulged imagination?
And despite the acting and the irony, the fashion and the facsimile...we starve for more
Convenient flaws in our designs
They swallow us whole like southwestern divides
But cryptically speaking, I love you
All to construct a moment worth capturing
Pieced apart until everyone thinks that the're the voice of their generation.
Subtlety is a gift rarely given to those who want to be noticed
We starve for attention like termites, eating ourselves out of our own shelter
Is it a lack of insight or simply a loss of control?
A pristine memory or an over indulged imagination?
And despite the acting and the irony, the fashion and the facsimile...we starve for more
Convenient flaws in our designs
They swallow us whole like southwestern divides
But cryptically speaking, I love you
A decade down the line or maybe an hour, who will remember these waves of sound floating into nonexistence as quickly as they pass my lips?
These messages: molded, manufactured, and marketed to a specific age demographic
There's a point where protocol surpasses politeness
Where we utter words of praise and oaths of love out of fear of abandonment
Is it a lack of insight or simply a loss of control?
A pristine memory or an over indulged imagination?
And despite the acting and the irony, the fashion and the facsimile...we starve for more
Convenient flaws in our designs
They swallow us whole like southwestern divides
But cryptically speaking, I love you
