[TGR3] L.O.V.E. (Living on Vacuous Esteem)

**** ***** **** "Corporat life in a nutshell is a fucking cold hell" **** ***** **** The day she was born was just like any other Except for Miss Hass, the soon-to-be mother Her life too full for real intimacy She resorted to cold petri dish pregnancy With genes of her own plus some corrections For her baby she wanted nothing less than perfection Like many smart people, she was smartly dumb Alone, she just wanted to be called "mom" And when she arrived, it was magic for her In tears and pain, her vision was a blur... Was it a trick of the light? Her sugar-blood low? (Did her baby, in her arms, perform a bow?) Go go Kristen, Kris "kiss" Hass, Life goes fast, soon will be past Using your charm, no need to shoot Kiss some asses, lick the boots Go go Kristen, baby girl! The world is yours, you've got it all Take your mom, butter her up Kiss some asses, lick the boots Best food, best clothes, best schools Her DNA a blessing for the gene pool Pretty and smart, maybe too keen What's the point in "doing" when she only had to "be"? And she was perfection, she could do anything But soon she realized she had to do nothing Smile, praise, giggle, graze and bow In chaos of ugliness her grace was law. Don't get me wrong, at the time she was eight Her grace not material, but a matter of faith Her power wasn't magnetic attraction But the chill she gave with her validation Go go Kristen, Kris "kiss" Hass, Life goes fast, soon will be past Using your charm, no need to shoot Kiss some asses, lick the boots Go go Kristen, what a lass! Do your thing, blow your profs Killing them softly, no need to loot Kiss some asses, lick the boots Sliding through school, college was easy Since her sexuality got a tad breezy Sucking them up, yeah, but when it wasn't enough She didn't disdain sucking it down & rough Students and professors, they were her toys She was the master, they were the good boys Envied by girls, sure, yet not all of them Since a few became gay or bi just for her Don't get me wrong, she wasn't a whore Whores are cheap, she cost so much more She gave you admiration, but high was her fee Since you became what she wanted you to be Go go Kristen, Kris "kiss" Hass, Life goes fast, soon will be past Using your charm, no need to shoot Kiss some asses, lick the boots Go go Kristen, what a lass! Do your thing, do your boss Climb the ladder, rule the masses Lick the boots, kiss some asses. Corporat's lifestyle really suited her All butter and sugar and then again butter Her path was greased, no miss and all hits She climbed the ladder awfully quick She reached the top, still beautiful but not so young She just realized she missed something all along Like many smart people, she was smartly dumb And she was way smarter than her own mom. She was alone Her youth was gone She was alone She didn't care She couldn't love Or share her soul Not knowing how She could only bow No drug and no experience could fill that void She could mirror her mom, designing an heir Her life too empty for real intimacy What's the point in "being two" when she could just not "be"? Go go Kristen, Kris "kiss" Hass, Life goes fast, soon will be past 'Cause on the top, you're empty and sick 'Cause on the top ain't no ass to kiss Go go Kristen, what a lady! Do your thing, the gun is ready You got it all, you got all the luck But all you want is a barrel to suck DIE!!! DIE!!! DIE!!! DIE!!! DIE!!! DIE!!! You wasted your time I won't waste mine