88888 Lyrics

I'm gonna be deified

I'm gonna be commodified

I'm gonna be what you see on your screen

The perfect pop star

A well oiled machine

I got the world between my teeth

Harder still to feel it

The music isn't freeing

It has the same old meaning

So come on dance to that

(one,two,three,four)

Are we one of the same

Are we chasing the fame

Sex sells best when you're too young to have it

You can wanna kill yourself but make it attractive

You can't trust around and say you don't want it

Your life isn't yours

Signed it away in that contract

(Sign it sign it sign it sign it)

Behind I have to leave it

But the feelings dragging me in

Saying you've got nothing worth believing

(one,two,three,four)

Are we one of the same

Are we chasing the fame

I wanna be just like you

I wanna be just like you

Hey!

You can do it too!