Stop and take a look around. You'll find out this ain't about the music that we grew to love "Watson what where we thinking of?" Killers of our own belief glowing green eyed slaves to our greed Monsters obscuring the sun laughing at what our dreams have become.
What happened to the scene? "it sucks cock on national TV". Where you thought how to sing and dance or did you stand there waiting for an answer
Wake up. Talented under exposed. True procrastination pros Crossers of deadlines. Wake up now. Speaking back at present tense. Too short to climb over the fence. Winners of our time. This ain't about the music it's about incomes and benefits The beast has to be fed "with punk rock jokes and metal heads" Chewed and crunched by rusty jaws. still unaware starting rounds of applause And giving it up fo those who think it's about tats and fancy clothes A shirt a pair a shoes a fucking pose Is that all that we're standing for?
Wake up From their plastic paradise One last chance to say goodbye Buried in the dirt. Wake up now. Pull your head out of the sand Come back from never never land Sing for better days.
Maybe now that you've felt what it's like you'll know what it means to be Caught inside a sixteen feet high golden cage with no escape and nowhere left to hide The victim plays the villain in this part. Roy Sheider is the shark.