Superstar

By Kyshera

Words by James Kennedy

Superstar, time will show just what you are

Helpless, frail, shallow Shark

Cowering in a plastic heart

On a scrap-yard

Superstar, refuse sold by glitz & charm

And a slide-show of seasonable façades

Just fast food in a different mask

Of stained glass

When you have bought everything they told you to

The purpose of fashion is to re-sell to you

The same as new

Don’t let the exterior distract your view

From the swindle in front of you

Don’t let the exterior become virtue

Turn away & it breaks in two

Superstar, symbol of our modern farce

Where style comes first & content last

In our 'one-use' garnish, glitter farm

We call culture

Don’t let the exterior distract your view

From the swindle in front of you

Don’t let the exterior become virtue

Turn away & it breaks in two

If we merit mediocrity

That’s all that we will ever be

Those that ride on the shallow tide

Get washed up quickest every time

When you have bought everything they told you to

The purpose of fashion is to re-sell to you

The same as new

Don’t let the exterior distract the view

From the swindle in front of you

Don’t let the exterior become virtue

Turn away & it breaks in two

Or are we just as broken too