No Culture Icons

Hardly art Hardly starving Hardly art Hardly garbage More coloured liquid No scent, no skin More stained paper More parts per million No new deafness No self reference No cults and No new stands No one ideal Know what I feel No two the same Know two with the Same name More coloured liquid No scent, no skin More stained paper More parts per million No new deafness No self reference No getting psyched on No culture icons No one ideal No what I feel No two the same Know two with the same name Eyes so deep You'd never see through I can't fucking stop Thinking about you