Confessions by Embodyment
Call me consumer the entertainment hunter,
I bit the hook that I will never be good enough.
I'm catching up to those around me secure my uniform,
Babbet, I could use a kiss the said I'm insecure.
There's nothing new under the sun,
Fall in line, fall in line,
Believe the lie in,
Hair clubs, fashion, gyms, cleansers, and creams.
One day we'll be the satus quo.