Songtext von Fraud Machine

Start the engine Create junk Mass produce Replicator Money visionaries With no pride Deliver the hollow A rapist of minds [Chorus:] Not art like Not art A soul for sale A clone by heart Submissive, a servant For he who holds the leash He guides you to fame And you eat of his hand And the dog will return Addicted to glamour Self respect defeated He comes begging for more [Repeat chorus] All intentions of art must die Fame chosen rather than pride Originality is nowhere near A Xerox machine is what you hear When the army arrives Those of shame The commercialized Aim and fire at will More make-up Darker hair More leather You're almost there No soul Plastic to the core Fake blood Another poster boy Not art like The fraud machine A copyist Strict discipline