Catherine Corelli - Fuck the Glamour Lyrics

Glamour
This is a new lifestyle, the way people take other people
A brilliantly vacant dope for several idiots
Oh! But so f*cking alluring
A plastic, faceless, great big shit
A drastic, soulless crap worth a spit
Spreading all around, brain-f*cking, useless and money bottom-lined
So this is the goddamn bullshit

F*ck the glamour

Hey
I don't wanna hear what you say
F*ck off, get outta my way
For
I will be forever at war
With all your f*cking glamour

Mind illusions for a brainless idiot
A profanation for a motherf*cking blockhead
Another dope got putrefacated
A scapegoat unaware of been hated
Caught in a maniacal struggle
For a beautiful nothing
You never knew when you swallowed!
But Do you know you're f*cked up?
The fraud killed you!

You, torpid flesh and bones
Do you think you'd be human?
An individual, god or a narcissistic creep that is screeching
Aren't you tired of your bitching?
Magazines read, psycho tested
Shopping and sports, fame and sex, you're rested
Born to consume, to be bread, to be fed
With the shit you're fond of till you're dead

F*ck it! Now you're a plastic dope
F*ck it! Now you're a plastic dope
F*ck it! Now you're a plastic dope
F*ck it! Now you're a plastic dope

Who carved your brain?
See! Here is a crowd of you, everyone looks the same
Shitting and spitting around in this Bedlam
Spamming god with your crap. Scam
What d'you wait for, f*cker
Here's the soul you forgot, cocksucker
Where you comfy without it? Snapped back
Worried about it? Lack

Everybody now translucent, faceless
Everybody now abused, but hateless
Piss-tested and here for the tame
Wasting everything for the fame
Everyone extremely lazy
Everyone goddamned and crazy
F*cking themselves for the shit of the day
Killing each other for money to pay

Hey
I don't wanna hear what you say
F*ck off, get outta my way
For
I will be forever at war
With all your f*cking glamour

Give me any name, anyway I'm your
Brain f*ck annually, number one enemy
Give me any name, anyway I'm your
Brain f*ck annually, number one enemy

Hey
I don't wanna hear what you say
F*ck off, get outta my way
For
I will be forever at war
With all your f*cking glamour

You're coward in your core: why'd you think I'm the same kind
I've never been signed up on your side
I'm watching you f*cked up and ruled by the fame
People are nothing all the same
Motions are muted, emotions are nuded
Welcome to coma, come on, you're so common
Get a 90 percentage discount
Aren't you glad, f*ckers, you're looking astound

Welcome to my brand new malice
Welcome to the coma-breaking war
Welcome to my brand new malice
Welcome to the coma-breaking war

Hey
I don't wanna hear what you say
F*ck off, get outta my way
For
I will be forever at war
With all your f*cking glamour

Hey
I don't wanna hear what you say
F*ck off, get outta my way
For
I will be forever at war
With all your f*cking glamour

F*ck the glamour
F*ck the glamour
F*ck the glamour
F*ck the glamour
Man, you'd better f*ck the glamour
Man, you'd better f*ck the glamour
Man, you'd better f*ck the glamour
Man, you'd better f*ck the glamour