The Certain Nothing letra

You can't link me to your life
Can't link me to your goddamn lie
Your made up character
The only person you are fooling is yourself

You fashion posers put me down
We don't have anything in common
Everything you do, everything you say
Means nothing to me

Fans are your merely subjects
And you're the ruling class
Living by a status quo
Which few will disobey

You can't link me to your life
Can't link me to your goddamn lie

Your made up character

Speaking of your so called markets
Trust me one day you will find yourself
Surrounded by dead cities

War From A Harlots Mouth - Letras

• A Grotesque Relationship
• Appropriate Tools Required To Intercept And Obstruct Errorism
• C.g.b. Spender
• Copyriot
• Crooks At Your Door
• Fighting Wars With Keyboards
• H(a)unted
• Heeey... Let's start a Band!
• How To Disconnect From Your Social Surrounding In Half An Hour
• If You Want To Blame Us For Something Wrong
• Inferno
• Insomnia
• Keeping It Up
• Mulder
• No High Five For C. Oward
• Of Fear And Total Control
• Recluse Mmx
• Riding Deadhorses Is A Fucking Curse
• Scopophobia
• Scully
• Spineless
• Temple
• Terrifier
• The Certain Nothing
• The District Attorneys Are Selling Your Blood
• The End-time Message II
• The Endtime Msg Pt I
• The Increased Sensation Of Dullness
• The Polyglutamine Pact
• They Come in Shoals
• Thousand Complaints, One Answer
• To Age And Obsolete
• Transmetropolitan
• Uptown Girl Uptown Girl
• Vertigo
• What Happens in the District... (Paper Agents)