Magic from Tragic

Magic, born from pain

and I just don’t know

How to be the same

I couldn’t if I tried

I’ll pay you kindly just to keep me alive

Relentless Optimism

Shining striving always smiling

Especially when the devils on my back

Oh despise me, you cant terrorise me

My heart was always bleeding black

X Factotum

The ones that you admire

The forgeries of truth

They put her on pedastal

And style her mispent youth

She's just a robot's moll

With nothing in her skull

The reference is specific

And the entertainment dull

my unfashionable heart

My unfashionable heart

Loved you from the start

For who you are; in your core

my unfashionable heart

Save your trends

i want a friend

Stylish cares consume you

you wont chose me

for i could set you free

so you'll say i used you

i dont think i cant make it

i really cannot fake it

i wonder if i'll make it

the world is way too famous

i dont know why i want this

its not vanity or sobriety

what is it with society?

Shut ya mouth

Sometimes I really wish,

I didn't think one bit

That I would keep my mouth shut,

for the sake of saving it

Fashion would be easy

Style would be a joy

Instead I always question to the point that I annoy

Why isn't it enough?

That I can just look good?

Why do I feel so crazy? and so misunderstood?

So instead I prod you

but I don't wish you to cry

I just want to wake you up,

to feel before you die

Starstyle

Ah i see you wearing my soul

you wear it well, without holes

and it looks crumple free!

nothing ever sat that easy on me

Generation Me

Look at me

constantly

hear me make noise

Nice and loud

Not so proud

Fill up my void