Flowers to the pigs

In the way of fashion you live
As a puppet you response
Going in the wind's direction
No individuality no personality

Yesterday I was someone
Today I'm someone else
Tomorrow who I'm going to be
Living in a vicious circle without end

Manipulated under control
As an infection they rise
No way to stop it
As cattle they march in life

Introduction of ideas
In controversy with my lasts
Doesn't matter
Follow the ships

Someone call this evolution
Maybe to feel better
Stupidity is call it
Pathetic stupidity

When this is over
What are you going to do
When this is over
What new fashion shall you follow

Flowers to the pigs