Letra da Música Modern World Christ de Blood On The Dance Floor

Limelight, super bright.
Taking over ultra light.
Sweeter than ice cream cones,
It makes me wanna rub my bones.
Success isn't fabulous,
The paparazzi, it's a mess.
The world addicted and obsessed.
Hollywood is full of shit.
Say what you like,
I got nothing to hide.
I've been crucified, like Jesus Christ.
So fuck the scene and dressed up scene.
Keep it classy,
Don't be trashy.
I'm not special or unique,
I would die for my own dreams.

As I grow stronger, my voice gets louder,
Your shit gets weaker as I stomp you with my speakers.
I'm already dead inside,
Let my words eat you alive.

Rise to fame, it's a game,
They own your face, they make your name.
It's all the same for bloody sakes,
Placid dreams on silver screens.
New models, placed
Chased by paparazzi,
Raiding like a bunch of Nazis,
A danger zone, a global clone.

Modern world, Jesus Christ,
Everybody wants my slice.
Heaven's not enough,
And this world is super rough.
I'm the fever you can't break,
I'm the dancer, gonna shake,
I don't do, I just am.
Let me bust my violent jam.

As I grow stronger my voice gets louder,
Your shit gets weaker as I stomp you with my speakers.
I'm already dead inside,
Let my words eat you alive.
As I grow stronger my voice gets louder,
Your shit gets weaker as I stomp you with my speakers.
I'm already dead inside,
Let my words eat you alive.

I wanna be the boy that you adore,
Without the label of a bedroom whore.
I wanna be the boy that you adore,
Without the label of a bedroom whore.
I wanna be the boy that you adore,
Without the label of a bedroom whore.
I wanna be the boy that you adore,
Without the label of a bedroom whore.

So shut the fuck up with your ignorance
And shut the fuck up with your competence

As I grow stronger my voice gets louder,
Your shit gets weaker as I stomp you with my speakers.
I'm already dead inside,
Let my words eat you alive