It’s all become so trained. A stereotypical voice and another pretty face. And it’s all for sale!
All because you’ve handed it over to Hell.
Congratulations, you’ve successfully killed the dream and you’re selling it right back to me. Only drenched in fashion and distorted minor seconds.
This isn’t what the music is meant to be.
You would have learned if you would have just listened
But you’ve got a bad temper and too much aggression
It’s all for the image. Disregard the love and passion.
You’ll keep what you like and ignore the whole lesson.
Immortality and inspiration.
To you it’s all just an aesthetic based game
But I’ll keep the passion for the art of my soul
And I know that people will remember my name.