歌词：Tilt. Collect 'Em All. Clothes Horse.

You are an affectation
Of every passing fad
Your butane smile's indelible
Your talk is thoughtless gas
You live like a Coke machine
Convince me of your strife
Tasty tyke of augmentation
You'll pay with your life

Your youth is everything
Your cock is all
Your body makes bank
And your mind is small
Your youth is everything
Your tits stand tall
Your body makes bank
And you mind is dull

Your needle eyes and hands
Of slate regard a stiff repose
Contemplate your mindless fate
While powdering your nose
Loathing all that you can't fathom
Cuckhold by your pride
Endorsing a madman's vision
Marketed worldwide Resting on your sculpted shoulders
All the weight of fame
Statuesque emanciptation
Is the mode of day
Packaging rebellion
In a palatable box
Wash away the meaning as
You wash away your frosted locks

Yes, we made you what you are
We buy the clothes and scent you wear
We buy the shit that shapes your hair
We'd buy your hipness anywhere
But time will surely vanquish you
And we'll no longer worship you!