July 2nd, 2002

I want out of this fucking fashion show Yeah

I'm through with your fucking fashion show

Too many voices made me mute

Too many lights made me close my eyes

There's nothing moving wherever I look

Who are you to say anything the thief said to the crook

I'm not impressed anymore you won't fool me

I was one to talk but now I finally see

You don't have the right to do what you do to say what you say

Your self-importance cheapens what means so much to me

And of course it's all up to you

And of course it's good to vent what you've been through

But it's obvious it's all skin deep to you

If you don't live it then how can it be true

There's so much more around you and me

I won't condone since there's still all that to see

Go your way I'll go mine and try to find something more

But I won't stand for this and I won't stand for you anymore

Take a look around all you think of is yourself

You're an after-school special with a pulse

Sell your pain cheapen the wound

I guess that's how you deal with it

Profit on people's emotions to

With your tabloid bullshit

in the meantime I'm through swallowing my pride

Trying to make everyone cry for dollar signs

I got better things to think about then your moneymaking lie

Try to be a better person while I still have time

When will we start using our minds

Cut through the bullshit leave it behind

Use words to inspire

We should at least try

To change the world and not just stand in line