Something sweet
Something pure
Something unique
Sweptout doors
Wrapped n trends
Clenched in fashion
Cloned to no end
And it's catchin'
Put on your uniform
Spoiled likeness
Like you're born just for this
Your lips are brown from s**ing up
To the peers you've found
Bland proportion
Provoked vomit
Join the crowd
You have done it
Open eyes cannot bear it
No surprise - you're all generic
My world - pitch black
Outta the ruins
I'm never comin' back
Generic ruins
Never! - No!