Attention,attention, no one else will tell you Kids hate the shows, kids hate the tunes No more lies! Truth is never out of fashion, only lost in a crowd of fakes Like cover bands, violent crews, and all those jerks we hate Who cares who's better? how about who's real? Are we yelling for the crowds or to alleviate our hell? This is what i dream about, this is what i wake for So leave the major labels out and the scene starving for more Rob with a gun, or steal with a pen, That's how i lyrically put two in your chest As the pain settles in, the growing begins, Praise literary napalm and the death of discord
