Anna Will Die Under Summer Red Skies

I wanna be rich,
And I want lotsa money,
I don't care about clever,
I don't care about funny,
I want lotsa clothes,
And I want lotsa diamonds,
I heard people die while they're trying to find one.

And I'll take my clothes off,
And it will be shameless,
Cause everyone knows,
That's how you get famous,
I look at the sun,
And I look in the mirror,
I'm on the right track,
And I'm on to a winner.

I don't know what's right,
And what's real, anymore,
And I don't know how I'm meant to feel,
Anymore,
When do you think it will all become clear,
Cause I'm being taken over by the fear.

Life's about filmstars,
And less about mothers,
It's all about fast cars,
And cussing each other,
But it doesn't matter,
Cause I'm packing plastic,
And that's what makes my life,
So fucking fantastic.

And I'm aware of massive consumption,
And it's not my fault,
It's how I'm programmed to function,
I look at the sun,
And I look in the mirror,
I'm on the right track,
Yeah we're on to a winner.

I don't know what's right,
And what's real,
Anymore,
I don't know how I'm meant to feel,
Anymore,
When do you think it will all become clear,
Cause I'm being taken over by the,
Fear.

Forget about guns,
Forget about ammunition,
Cause I'm killing them all,
On my own little mission,
But I'm not a saint,
I'm not a sinner,
But anything's cool,
As long as I'm getting thinner.

I don't know what's right,
And what's real,
Anymore,
I don't know how I'm meant to feel,
Anymore,
When do you think it will all become clear,
Cause I'm being taken over by the,
Fear.