Strike Anywhere

I ought to know I'm not so black and pretty
Too big, suspended two dimensional glory
In competition watch your suicide clothes:
Flat screen targets sweat shop fashion
My love
My love is bleeding out and
My love
My love is keeping doubt for
All this processed
Hatred from the heart's eye model citizen
No alibi burning their beauty from your face
In plastic we rust
One bomb for them
Another one for us
So wipe the smell of the bourgeoisie off me
And wash the billboard bus stop benches imprisoned you'll see
Caught in the act resist this dying, bloody