Lyrics

Simple song for stupid people
Same old shit still spins the wheel
Down the creek
They can’t wait
To drink it up

Perfect hit but emotionless
Reality becomes reachless
Pseudo truths
Fake grass roots
Can’t get enough!

You can’t be surprised by the dead not being revived
Don't hold a candle to ones barely clinging to life

Management behind the mix
Manufactures most of the hits
Miss the mark
Kill the heart
Record it bleed

Give me truth; hold back the hype
Give me insight; instill pride
Take the shit
And bury it
Six feet deep

You can’t be surprised by the dead not being revived
Don't hold a candle to the ones barely clinging to life
Recycled phrases never bring any changes
Reboot the genre, forget those who are famous
Leave them to be nameless