Unanimous praise for your C grades
The standards are lowered Everyone's afraid
Talents been replaced
By smoke and mirrors
Gimmicks have prevailed
So there's nothing to fear
Our taste dumbed down cause they've got the look
Generic formulaic straight from the book.
You're corny as hell
Blame it on your legacy
You're lame as f*ck
Shame on your soul
The magazines and stations love you
How do you manage to sleep at night?
Delusions of grandeur
Easier answers
Lack of self expression
Pyramid scheme
The air is drenched thick the lowest denominator
Time to get a life
To start doing what's real to what you feel
Time to get a life
To drop what's in and go within
And it's time time to feel alright
Start living in spite of what your told is right
And it's time to make real music
Dump all that shit, It's making us sick