killing spree for the disposable moderns
right now you are the plastic dolls of today
slowly dismembering yourselves
you are an army of decay
killing time with flash and shine
i know all your secrets
i'm your carbon copy killer
what's that stench behind you closed door
who's that corpse on you bathroom floor
your mirror owns you
your vanity pimps you
let me smear your makeup
let me break your porcelain face