Text: Anew. The Death Of Youth. Handsome Men Deserve Good Haircuts.

We follow those with no heart
they tell us false words to live by
they are the ones who walk with the dead
these entities bound by conformity
my life created to live for myself
we are not made to fit into a mold
(interlude)
don't sell yourself to a mold
i own my heart, my destiny
and i'll sleep tonight
knowing that i'm my own