I can't fight the feeling Gave up appealing To everyone There's nothing else to write about I can't predict the future But the image can't contain me
This is how it starts Your making anorexic indie rock Fake broken hearts Your music fucked it fucking sucks Give me a reason to believe it The point I'm trying to make it will not get across
Super size your album with a dose of poppy flair Smothered in production now your'e gasping for fresh air The answers pretty easy if you ask yourself instead I know I'm wrong and I'll go on but now its time to clear my head
Your arrogance pushed me over the edge so I took my trumpet to my face and broke my teeth Took my guitar to my back and totally shattered my spine (Cuz they killed punk rock)
Snapped the cord Broke the bass and Held it above my head and then i smashed the shit out of my laptop.
