Mission Hill Party by The Suicide File Lyrics

I can't see past your slick veneers
Your empty eyes, your hollow sneers
Why not just kill yourselves instead?
You fucking people are already dead
Dancing drunk to the radio
'Cause feeling something is better than nothing at all
And all the drama queens
All you self-pity machines are dancing drunk to the radio
No one's gonna save you, so just quit trying
No one's gonna save you, so just quit crying