The Whole Package Letra

"we're just like sperm,

racing for some ultimate price."

overflow of pretty faces,

posing for the same front.

tits and ass in all places,

smothering talent in cleavages.



it's like,

chasing a fly with chopsticks.

turning off lights with mindtricks.



well i guess that it's true,

beauty can overpower you.

your smallest flaw will cost you more,

undistorted and raw.

we dive into the shallowest pond,

full of hooks,

hoping to bond.

then realise,

with our cheeks bleeding,

we're being led to commercial suicide.



it's like,

chasing a fly with chopsticks,

turning off lights with mindtricks.



then time kicks in and peels of the makeup,

because passion is a hard thing to fake.

i'll guess we'll see who's pulling whose chain,

but don't lose your faith in youth,

our world will be your truth.



it's like,

chasing a fly with chopsticks,

(there are too many footsteps echoing in this crowd)

turning off lights with mindtricks

(too many fake flawless voices being cautiously loud)