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 damn Machine
I'm gonna 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 working 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 there dreams,

Set The Music Free

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raaa[x2]

Oh 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 you can kiss my ass
'cause I gotta feel it deep down in my soul,
It's taken three whole years
to gain control.

And I ain't Never No Never No Never No Never No Never
No Never Comin' Home.

Tha da ta da da raa tha da ta da raaa de daa ta da
raaa[x2]

xoduda