Who the hell have I been kidding
I sold my soul to the corporation
They know me better than I know myself
I better shut it up
I better shut it up
.
You got a problem with the way I think
I got a problem with the way you think
That you can program me
Like a damned machine
I'm gonna take a stand
And say f*ck this scene
.
I'm sick of imagery
Instead of artistry
I'm sick of apathy
Instead of harmony
I'm sick of poets working part time jobs
While pissy people pick and choose the stars
.
I know that I should be
The last one to speak about this
But even sellouts have their dreams
Set the music free
.
da da da...

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Oh what the hell was I trying to prove
I ran away so young
Now on the move
Like a vandal I wear my mask
And all you punks back home
You can kiss my ass
.
Cause I got a feeling deep down inside my soul
That's taken three whole years to gain control
And I ain't never no never, no never, no never
No never, no never, coming home
.
da da da...
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Ohh
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