They dress you up
Like a store window mannequin and stuff you full of shit, feed you contentment and punk becomes another excuse to be as any corporate puppet of this society
(Of this society)
We supposedly
(Supposedly)
Divorced ourselves from, they sell our fashion
They sell our fashion and ignore our soul and ideals become nothing more
Than slogans on a t-shirt, yeah, punk becomes just another teenage rebellion hiding behind the skirts of society cause that which it cannot distort it must assimilate, it must assimilate, yeah

Take the superficialities, take the superficialities
Of dress and appearance
They sell our fashion
They sell our fashion and ignore our soul and ideals become nothing more than slogans on a t-shirt