When The Trend Ends

March of the fakes, another fucker with a bullshit trend to feed

Lies 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 the 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