Next phase, next craze, next nothing new
Got the pretty boy beat him up black and blue
Broke the sissy boy's teeny toy heart in two
Turned him into a video kid like you
I know you're just pretending death
There's no window for mistakes
I know you see right through me
There's no promise left to break
Shot the pretty boy killed him on commodore
Need a new game, need a new something more
Got a new face got a new way to score
Got a voice like something I've heard before
The message misleading
We're lying, we're cheating
We're only repeating
The motions preceding
