I’ll brand you with a scalding hot, diamond encrusted peace sign. Blue and red flashing limelight is how we shine. Revine my Vine or I’ll cry my mascara off. Welcome to my sweatshop its where I snort terry cloth. To the role models on welfare we say farewell, cocaine coated railings fill the stairwell. Playing humble we’re lab rats in concrete jungles where the advertising jingle is a fucking stomach rumble.