How is this real if you gave me those lies that metal would live through new breeds How is this real if I hear the music just dies And all that's sounding is greed
Notes shift from embodying light Of sensations' flame To sounding of coins clink And I feel betrayed
Yet, when you see me I'll give no lie And then you'll see That I'm alive
Copying old times’ finds Producing the plain Bastards! with weak minds Posers! with no sound Suckers! are killing our taste
Forever is gone the timbre of lust For music and not attention Will you remember your heart-throbs after time's passed And they are out of vision
Sinking in the fame quicksand Fingering your closest friend Turning art into business and cloning thousands of jerk-off bands Flourished on the past relics Butchering all of unique Bend down from the weight of gold and then die obsolete