Fashion/Murder Songtext

All the walls in my room turn to static

Stand up it's your turn it's your time
Everybody turns humble and kind
This is something to daydream about
This is something to whisper about
I hope that you're losing it too
'Cause we're all fortunate to do what we do

It's fashion, it's murder
to pretend that you want something better
It's fortune, it's plastic
All the walls in my room turn to static

Where were you when I crawled out of bed?
I woke to sadness and losing my head
I can't remember was it you that had said
That you want me or I'm wishing again