Look around you there is nothing to see
Except the $$#es and pumped up tits
Glittering faces and silicon lips

Empty brain hookers won the round

On TV

In the bus
On the streets
All over earth

Globalistic culture
Is bringing the dirt


Money and fame is all they need
They will ride thousands of @@#!s to fill their greed
Hookers don't see that their soul bleeds

Globalistic culture upon them feeds

Fancy haircuts, polished nails

!@^#s acting like victims all desecrated
%#@!ting about their broken hearts
Their life is same like their fate


Like all fashion they will die
But it's existence won't make us cry

We will withstand and breed
Upon our anger we will feed