text:  Hey, glamorous, identity crisis. Hey, and we all smile for the cameras. Identity crisis, yeah. How the fate become the factual. Everything gets so unnatural. How love gets so transactional. How them get caught up in all the virtual. And worse of all, the hate gets so perpetual. You know they dance, all they get over sexual. You know the VIP, them section half. I spend them last in the charts.