Fashion's Project

You are my love and my sex. You are my drug and my cain
I just wanna love. I just wanna fuck
Looking out with your pretty face. Stupid people, haunting in your dreams.
The tradition is not the objective. Look at the mirror and you´ll see a boy just like me!
I stand firm burning. I´m just burning
Come on out from your concealment. He lives in a garden with flowers
The drugs is the attraction. The fashion is covering you
Dope your dreams!