Paroles de Rebellion is the New Black
A nicely polished surface masksA shade of emptiness
We could strip away the pretense
Reveal their stained glass skin
After all, do they feel this alive?
Do they sing the way that we always have?
I read somewhere, maybe in a magazine
That rebellion is the new black
And I can't hear my stifled voice
As my throat begins to crack
Muscles locked in atrophy
I feel my mind collapse
Debutante cuts a rug at the Marxist ball
Shakes her hips to a beat she cannot feel
She's got the steps down, she's got the form
Debutante missed a step and now she's gone
Release me from this facaade
After all, I can't feel my lungs
I read somewhere, maybe in a magazine
That rebellion is the new black
And I can't hear my stifled voice
As my throat begins to crack
Muscles locked in atrophy
I feel my mind collapse
Debutante cuts a rug at the Marxist ball
Shakes her hips to a beat she cannot feel
She's got the steps down, she's got the form
Debutante missed a step and now she's gone
Release me from this facaade
After all, I can't feel my lungs
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