Became a superstar 'cause you had luck
The trend passes by
You are fucked, yeah yeah
Sliding down into the pit, shoveled by the ones
That lifted you up and only cared while you were on top.
If not you had made it it would have been someone else
And if your single fails another one will be the next
The question is to be or not to sell
Your cd has got the barcode 666
Tomorrow there is no tomorrow for you 2x
A product of the record industry
With your fake identity
You are the reflection of society
