Suicide File Now Lie In It
You are who you f..ck, or so I am told
In this miserable city, where status is gold
I've seen shit-eating people who claw their way up
Looking for the acceptance that they never got
It's all about winning the meat market games
Among all the rejects, dropouts and fakes
Did everyone give you the attention you seek
Who's arm are you draped on this f..cking week
Trophy boys and trohpy girls
Go f..ck yourself, I hate your world
Fair-weather friends are keeping score
Name dropper, name f..cker
You're a f..cking whore
