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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 Aus Songtexte Mania