Testo Fusible Front

A fashion a trend that's what it meant to you. The ideals the thought they never got to you. Search for acceptance, to fit the crowd. To think for yourself is not allowed. Take the easy way, to be accepted. I'll rather be myself and be rejected. I won't sell out to your stupid trends, true to myself until the end. Fashion manners, there not for me, as you are now I'll never be. Mainstream going, changing face, if I'm not like you am I outta place? I know my convictions and where I stand, I guess I got the upperhand. A phony, a sellout that's what you are, claim it's hardcore, no it's not by far. What's wrong with thinking for oneself instead of trying to fit in like everybody else?