Songtext von Image

You fabricate me, necessitate me I am the cover of your magazines Your morning dark roast lust cuisine You can't escape me Your hate creates me I am the cancer to your feminine, The mother of the serpentine I am the headline I am the undermine I am the voice inside your head. A screaming child with deadly lead You give me buzz feed You sun the bad seed You crave the endless stream of the sensational and obscene l'I give it to you You're gonna beg me l'll give you rise and shine and break your legs I'll drink your fine wine and leave you the dregs You're gonna thank me, Congratulate me For the mindless image that we've made And the ugly truth we've betrayed