Who the hell have I been kidding?
I sold my soul to the corporation
They know me better than I know myself,
I better shut it up,
I better shut it up
You got a problem with the way I think,
I got a problem with the way you think,
That you can program me,
Like a damned machine,
I´m gonna take a stand,
And say "fuck this scene"

I´m sick of imagery,
Instead of artistry
I´m sick of apathy,
Instead of harmony
I´m sick of poets workin´ part time jobs,
While pissy people pick and choose the stars
I know that I should be the last one to speak about this,
But even sellouts have their dreams
Set the music free

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What the hell was I trying to prove?
I ran away so young,
Now on the move
Like a vandal,
I wear my mask
And all you punks back home,
Yeah you can kiss my ass
´Cause I got a feeling deep down inside my soul,
It´s taken three whole years to gain control
I ain´t never, no never,
No never, no never,
No never, no never,
Coming home

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