11.25
Style Over Substance
Where’d you lose all of your soul
Where’d you get this need for control
Who said you could live forever after
You’re goin’ nowhere faster and faster
This constant indecision about what you’re gonna do with your life
All this anal introspection
Leads us to the same conclusion
You’re the triumph of
Style over substance.
It’s too late for redemption
‘Cause you’re a creature of convention
Where’d you get that sense of entitlement
Take what you want never ask for consent
Continued indiscretions
Look at the way you’ve made a mess of your life
Narcissistic occupation
Step on the backs of your relations
You’re the triumph of
Style over substance.
Ah…ah… fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff…..
Be sure no one will call
You will you’ll finally fall
You should have known you’d never live forever after
Burned all your bridges
A prelude to disaster
This constant indecision about what you’re gonna do with your life
All this anal introspection
Leads us to the same conclusion
You’re the triumph of
Style over substance
Style over substance
Style over substance