-Angels of Fortune- Misled girl suited in a baby doll tee. A glittered face to prove popularity. Like an army trained to be a conformist conspiracy, so innocent - yet brainwashed. They want their MTV! They’re told to love that, told to be this, told to want him. Sold to feelings of shallow happiness. Buy this album, walk this way, forget your reason, give in today. We only want your soul! So the innocent boy and girl give in. Their dollar lost but they assume they’ll win. Pay for happiness, pay for thoughts, pay for your friendship, it’s what we’re taught. They know not what they do! Hark! The horrid record sings: Glory to this beautiful thing. But make her show her tummy and a little bit of ass. Then sing a hymn of pointlessness and make her wear a mask. She’ll do it for the money, she’ll give up her life. She knows that she don’t want that but they called out her price. Give her a future, make her a follower, buy her life only for a dollar, And control her mind. So the innocent boy and girl give in. They think that she’s the greatest thing that will ever happen to them. Explore her body, waste her talent, does she have a choice? I highly doubt it. Throw it away and do it again-