Ultrapop by The Armed Lyrics

Honest wit
Immoral graces
Suck you in
Pull you deeper

Holographic masses
Artificial tensions

How is this
A normal day
Takes so much
She takes it all
A crooked lens
Distorted visions
A vat of piss
Artistic Brilliance

Holographic masses
Artificial tensions
There are no more prophets
There are no more diamonds
I'll go away