VIVE LE GLAM! NOUVEAU GLAM- we make our ways from second to second, teetering on the brink. we make our way alone, dying slowly in a substitute reality. we dance alone, we walk alone, we live alone, we die alone; we make our way alone, but at least it is our way. we're the poster boys of a degenerate generation we’re the walking cruel, the walking clueless we are one of a million lost and disintegrating souls, the laughing punchline of a pointless existential joke. we have no particular future without a particular present, we’re a distant concern of the people who bore us this way. we make what use we can of our incurable madness, because there is no future, there is no choice. we make our ways alone, dancing in the shadows of our great grey cities we make our ways alone, carrying the burden of the world that made us sick. we make our ways alone, and though God scorns us at least it is our way, and at least we are alone together.