Something react with a shake and A bang to resurrect A dead beat, rhythm of a slant and a pose Of chivalry that's far front its best,
So over-rated, So bits and pieces, Accelerated, And so deceiving.
Wait, it's all sounding the same
So over-rated, So bits and pieces, Accelerated, Accelerated.
Mark it up with the made up, Make it up on the side, Drag through Shoulders to the wheel of alluring and baited lies.
Wait, it's all sounding the same. Wait, rehashed beats and Leak downs, Surround and take the diversity away Make it all feel stale and vacant. Call it trashing
Wait, it's all sounding the same. It's all charades and shadows Call it trashing
It's all sounding the same. It's all charades and shadows It's all sounding the same.
It's all sounding the same. It's all charades and shadows