I'm not your friend.
You are no one to me.
Blend with the trend, then you're on to the next one.
Your identity is lost.
You don't know who you are.
Showing face, when convenient.
Then pretending you've been there all along.
You'll always stand beside whichever crowd is the largest.
Draw a line in sand, and decide where you stand.
You're either with us, or for them.
Prostituting your emotions, for attention.
I will never crave that kind of acceptance.
Everybody's doing it, so make sure that watching this.
As I march to the bitter beat of independence.
You'll always stand beside whichever crowd is the largest.
Draw a line in sand, and decide where you stand.
If you're not here now, then you've never been.
No point in acquaintances, you'll be gone before the end.
I'm not your friend.
Your identity is lost.
Lyrics by: D. Blow
credits
from CULTURE KILLER,
released July 4, 2017
Lyrics by: D. Blow
Performed by: H. Young / D. Blow
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