Superficiality

Superficiality is catching like the flu.
There's no vaccine, no cure, no hope.
You're goin' to catch it too.


Superficiality is sweeping like a flood.
The past is dead. The present's hell.
The future's full of blood.


Superficiality is consuming all the truth.
The credit's gone. The meaning's bleak.
No innocence in youth.


Superficiality is corrupting from the core.
It starts too slow, no way to know;
No symptoms to look for.


Superficiality will one day surely die.
But only if people admit
They much prefer the lie.