White room black eye

Creepy crawl annoying insect
In your silverscreen headset
Stop movin’ in on my crowd
You’re bringin’ me down

Think you’re so cinematotastic
Your brain reloaded automatik
Your soul re-molded Barbie-plastic
When you talk, all I hear is static

Where will you be when all the make-up smears off?
Where will you be when all the drugs wear off?
Where will you go? what will you do?
When you discover you’re the anti-cool?!

You’re so hysterical and asymmetrical
It’d be so sad if it weren’t so fucking comical
Get your picture on the cover of the noise-paper
Oh baby, you’re going to be so god-damned famous

Here comes the shockwave to wake you up, take you down
Coming back to flip your switch and turn you ‘round