There's no soul in the songs you sing
But that's not why i'm pissed off
What positivty could you ever bring?
Fast as the hype just as quickly forgot
Just a performer and nothing more
Yet we read about everything you do
All part of the plan to pacify
Trivial lives dominate the news
We'll strike
The media surrounding you
Controlled by the elite
Dictating what we all should think
Distorting our history
Its all about names and dates to you
I make the most of my agency
If there's one thing i'm sure to do
Be on my guard and switch off the tv
Hold my attention
Turn out the lights
Feeling so hollow, lost and empty
But now i see through this
I'm sure of myself
Won't hold my attention
We'll stirke