The stock is empty
in our eyeball store
All we got left
a few cataracts and sores
The faggot mimic machine

never had ideas
Mission impossible
they self destruct on fear

On a standard New York night
ghouls go to see their so called stars
A fairly stupid thing
to pay 5 bucks for a 4th rate imitators

They say, I´m so empty
no surface, no depth
Oh, please, can I be you
your personality´s so great
Like new buildings
square tall and the same
Sorry, Miss Stupid
didn´t you know it was a game
I´m just waiting

for them to hurry up and die
It´s really getting to crowed here
help me New York stars

Contributions accepted all the same
We need new people store
remember, we´re very good at games