What have we here?
A full-blown display of degeneration.
The ideas died with no hesitation.
We used to have a song to sing to feel alive, but these days kids nut in their designer jeans over the hype.
What did you ship first week? When does your management project your sales to peak?
Here's your video, here's your bus.
Buy all the drugs you can, it's just money you owe to us.
Do whatever you can to kill the pain, because this industry needs artists like the CIA needs cocaine.
They wonder why all these fucking songs sound the same.
Everything we worked for, they took away.
They stripped the fun, stripped the soul and put image on display.
Let me be the first to say that music saved my life.
It made me who I am today, I couldn't turn my back now if I tried.
These chords are all I have. This is my song and dance.
Al of my possessions won't mean shit when I'm gone.
This could be my only chance to kill the demons and find romance, but not every story we learn has a happy ending.
So fuck it.
I'll reach down in my gut and scream like I don't give a fuck.
I will celebrate and rejoice, a reminder that we have a choice.
What's your choice going to be?