If Only Your Band Was as Big as Your Ego
Attention,attention, no one else will tell you
Kids hate the shows, kids hate the tunes
NO MORE LIES!
Truth is never out of fashion, only lost in a crowd of fakes
Like cover bands, violent crews, and all those jerks we hate
Who cares who's better? how about who's real?
Are we yelling for the crowds or to alleviate our hell?
This is what I dream about, this is what I wake for
So leave the major labels out and the scene starving for more
Rob with a gun, or steal with a pen
That's how I lyrically put two in your chest
As the pain settles in, the growing begins
Praise literary napalm and the death of discord