Good Fashion

Dark lenses, tint the windows that are under my eyelids

To hide from the light like I'm stuck in a fire pit

Burning up a sigh, with no desire to live through these lies

So I suffer in silence

Culture of violence, truth stuck behind my lips

Bound, gagged, and whipped, stripped, divided and split

Eatin' words with a forked tounge

And now the grumble of my stomache's got the thump of a war drum

A battle goin' on inside, nobody's safe from

Clowns are playing rush and roulette with paint guns

They run in place, and they call it the human race

Losin' pace with that stupid look on their face, shootin' blanks

And all they ask is why I wear these glasses

And all I can tell them is hell, it's good fashion

All they ask is why I wear these glasses

And all I can tell them is, hell...

We're acting like men of steel, with a thin protective shield

Gathering the raw footage that can never make the final reel

So we cover up the stories that eyes tell, make way for what we take to the grave

It doesn't bind both souls, buried in a ? bargain bin

In the cemetary there's a joust between God and men

Talkin' loud, but aint sayin' nothin, used to have daily discussions, I doubt we'll ever talk again

And all they ask is why I wear these glasses

And all I can tell them is hell, it's good fashion

All they ask is why I wear these glasses

And all I can tell them is, hell...