Superstar Faded Glory

May I be old as
the expiration of the churring core.
Long as I go I shall burn no more.
Stitch my name
and sell me to the depressed,
the controlled and futureless.
Trash can her body,
I'll be ur abusive daddy.
Cry for me only when I'm born,
hate me till I die.
In the corner of ur eye
I shoot across the sky.
Unidentified.
Speak of me in lies,
make me a storyline,
speak to me thru beautiful lips,
in history I'll become nostalgia for ur kids.
Worshipped by the lost and rebellious,
make me scarilegious,
feed me by body and bread,
hymns of sacrifice