ESN - Lack of Lupsury (Demo) Lyrics

Being sad is in style
And I'm far too cool to smile
My inner publicist says
There is no doubt
That everyone who's anyone
Has a gun in their mouth

And I feel like shit in these designer clothes
And I feel lousy about the endless stream of coke up my nose
No amount of money, or success, or starving schoolgirls in my bed will do
What I really want is a big snake for a pet

Explicit lyrics within
About abuse and inner trauma
That happened to a friend of a friend
The most with which I must contend
Is to remain standing onstage by the end of the night

My band and I
Are the royal family
Living out a dream
On the cover of a teenage magazine
The god of your idolatory
I'm so beautiful
Just look at me

And I feel like shit in these designer clothes
And every night I must decide
Just who sucks and who blows
My eyes might as well be
Dead black holes set in my head
What would really make me happy
Is a jar full of spiders
I want a ten-foot-tall crack pipe
And a license to beat my wife
And my own amusement park
Where I can do what or whoever I like
I grow tired of being male
And I grow tired of being white
And I grow tired of standing in your spotlight
I never knew it could be such hard work just running from boredom