When the Trend Ends 歌词

March of the fakes Another fucker with a bullshit trend to feed Likes and hype We don't need another parasite choking the scene All pretenders to the throne Pawns and jesters to dispose Devoid of all integrity Minions of this mass mediocrity When will the trend fucking end? Give these maggots nothing but torment Stomp their lifeless faces to the curb Crush their heads and make them beg for more As their trending feeds erupt with death Reality comes crashing with a fist Imposters, posing puppets Human waste to rot away Swarming and conforming Their phones never leave their face Drag them to the altar of punishment Spill their guts and left to abandonment Not one left to push their hypocrisy Rat by rat, erase them from memory Lifeless manics lost in a fantasy Slit their throats, it's selfie anatomy One and all, they lie and prevaricate Fashion fuckers, born to impersonate Line them up and cut them down Drive them from our sacred ground Clear these roaches from the floor From the pit right out the door When will the trend fucking end? Let's drive the herd right off the cliff When will the trend fucking end? We'll smash them all and make them beg for death