It has become fashionable to be a soulless creature

It’s «in» to be a hollow shell, a soulless kind of creature, With rot behind a velvet mask on every polished feature. To mimic every trend you see and monkey what you’re told, While the art of being human is left out in the cold.

Kindness has no currency and faith has lost its light, As we fall for every hollow lie and give up on the fight. They shout about their «value» with a pride that's thin and frail, But they only know their worth because they've put themselves for sale.