A sick nation.
Starvation (I guess that's what's in fashion).
A bait & switch and guess who's gonna cash in?
They wrapped it in cellophane and found a way to sell it.
We're standing knee deep in shit.
Can't you smell it?
We'll disappear without a trace if we don't spit it right back in their fucking face.
We'll die for that look.
We'll cut ourselves up for that look.
Self-esteem built on surgery and diet books.
Fuck you.
We're not buying what you're selling.
Send "Void" Ringtone to your Cell 
Correct these lyrics
Starvation (I guess that's what's in fashion).
A bait & switch and guess who's gonna cash in?
They wrapped it in cellophane and found a way to sell it.
We're standing knee deep in shit.
Can't you smell it?
We'll disappear without a trace if we don't spit it right back in their fucking face.
We'll die for that look.
We'll cut ourselves up for that look.
Self-esteem built on surgery and diet books.
Fuck you.
We're not buying what you're selling.
Send "Void" Ringtone to your Cell Correct these lyrics
