The way they walk

Ateries flexing as your heat beats hard, down through your temples to you wrists and palms..
Clench hard.
Stateline to stateline i saw you over and again. The speakers are shaking, it's the sound of a trend..
Soon to end.

Stride down the catwalk, preaching patience, show the world your pitch black disguise. Sing the song they sing, the words you don't mean, whens the last time you looked inside?

Raise your fists to them, the underground idols. Hear the noise of a trend, soon to end.

Stride down the catwalk, preaching patience, show the world your pitch black disguise. Sing the song they sing, the words you don't mean, whens the last time you spoke your mind?

Stride down the catwalk, preaching patience, show the world your pitch black disguise. Sing the song they sing, the words you don't mean, whens the last time you looked inside?