Distressor

My war on you begins at home Distress comes in familiar uniforms And I'm convinced that this fight has no end You pick your side like you pick your latest trend And even out the score Do you feel pissed and poor? Stop acting like your not what you say you are I'm fighting fashion taste Your language is cut and paste Now filter shit to make it look like truth I sense decline in our health Follow guidelines to reach new social wealth And I'm convinced that we'll find out The reason why "passion" will sell us out To pose for a bitch in the glamour of hell When I can't tell anymore Who's your modern angel of death? Aren't you fuckin' bored to death With picking someone to reform your thoughts? Public figures conduct chess fights Do you really know wrong from right? I want a sign in full-form Celebrate or sacrifice Calibrate or fantasize Fumigate or sanitize What I got left