The Devil Wears Versace.

( NY)

Astral travel keeps feelings at bay
Open eyes to fight another day
Ruining lives is the name of the game
Narsisstistic obsessed only with fame
Plebs are the blight of his life
Inner demons, his trouble & strife
"We're the elite the chosen few
We'll trespass & ---- all over you!"
The trips keep coming thick & fast
Satanic shrieking "We're having a blast!"
Scandals have a way of rearing its ugly head head head
A horrified world deems " Your songs" dead dead dead.

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