The Certain Nothing - War From A Harlots Mouth

You can’t link me to your life

Can’t link me to your goddamn lie

Your made up character

The only person you are fooling is yourself

You fashion posers put me down

We don’t have anything in common

Everything you do, everything you say

Means nothing to me

Fans are your merely subjects

And you’re the ruling class

Living by a status quo

Which few will disobey

You can’t link me to your life

Can’t link me to your goddamn lie

Your made up character

Speaking of your so called markets

Trust me one day you will find yourself

Surrounded by dead cities