Spew out pea-brain critiques in fanzines for $#&@in' geeks
If you're starved to live by decree, feed on flavors of the week


You're making enemies with every word we read


Stare and wait with no clue
Can't dance like your idols do
Slam the door shut and leave so disappointed

All that you got was me

We're making enemies with every word we breathe


So quick to show off a knock-off style
So proud you climbed to the top of the pile


Hollow heads swallowed empty fads whole
Once they bled all the real %#@! dry

A sense of security in typecast identity
You wanted an enemy and you made one out of me