Superstar

Superstar, time will show just what you are
Helpless, frail, shallow shark
Cowering in a plastic heart
On a scrap yard.
Superstar, refuse sold by glitz & charm
And a slide-show of seasonable façades
Just fast food in a different mask
Of stained glass.
When you have bought everything they told you to,
The purpose of fashion is to re-sell to you
The same as new.
Don’t let the exterior distract your view
From the swindle in front of you.
Don’t let the exterior become virtue
Turn away & it breaks in two.
Superstar, symbol of our modern farce
Where style comes first & content last
In our ‘one-use’ garnish, glitter farm
We call culture.
Don’t let the exterior distract your view
From the swindle in front of you.
Don’t let the exterior become virtue
Turn away & it breaks in two.
If we merit mediocrity
That’s all that we will ever be
Those that ride on the shallow tide
Get washed up quickest every time.
When you have bought everything they told you to,
The purpose of fashion is to re-sell to you
The same as new.
Don’t let the exterior distract the view
From the swindle in front of you.
Don’t let the exterior become virtue
Turn away & it breaks in two.
Or are we just as broken too