Do as has the action
Pause for life, rest, than satisfaction
But she’s not the one, She has no Soul
Behind her smile, she’s dead, she’s cold
Plugged into channels that hold no merit
See it, want it, buy it, wear it
Without her mask, she’s cold. She’s bare.
Turn off the station, there’s nothing there
Once the casts’ been died
They share the mask, the same dull drone
The blacksmiths’ tap
Once the casts’ been died
They share the mask, the same dull drone
The blacksmiths’ tap
Hear it, read it, buy it, need it!
It has no moral, no lesson, just krill.
Just keeps on going, each week she’s showing
A brand new wardrobe She’s sure will kill
Dolled right, a mirror, to all who pin her
She’s hot, a winner, in a race
That’s got no spoils
Once the casts’ been died
They share the mask, the same dull drone
The blacksmiths’ tap
Once the casts’ been died
They share the mask, the same dull drone
The blacksmiths’ tap
Rae tells she’s pretty
Then feeds her lines so witty
Tune out, you’ll grow, In trust you know
On your own you’re, Oh so much more
David.Finestone@gmail.com
