Meat Market

Hide away, under that Mirror Ball
Stupid Glowsticks, are fuckin plentiful
Drunken Joes, Glamorous Sluts
So much Shame in this, yet you think your Free

Don't see what this brings, cant see what's happening
The pain will bring you in, Loneliness Kills you

Inside you beneath your skin it eats at you
With them you die alone inside
For this, for what?
Spike a drink & intern your proving
how lonely& pathetic you have
Become is this all you have
You crave, your meatmarket
It owns you, intern it sells you