Bastardom - Criminal

Five minutes of fame

A lifetime of shame

You sold your soul

To rot and roll

Plastic provocation

Prepackaged rebellion

For the ever-hungry herd

Ruminant mass of nerds

Your image of lies

Is large than life

Your verbal ammunition

Cliches and repetition

Cheap, worn-out symbolism

Ease target, a dead religion

Early on your substance lost

All is said and done and sold

Another gear in the machine

Fast food for blank souls

More product for the industry

Leave your ideals at the door

Ephemeral shin

Certain decline

You’ll go far

Shin on bastard star

Bastard star