It’s the injunction Of youth naiveté A basic function Effortless grasp for glory Low the standards take a bow To please the mind so Slow complexity denied Aim low To reach the Top clone that what is known tyranny Tyranny teenagers dictate don’t you see Tyranny power bought with their parents' money A backwards revolution to hinder evolution I come to the conclusion, those kiddies have to die This is why I shout and plant the seed of doubt The vanishing of common sense of just rewards for excellence No glorifying of overpaid strippers, no minimalism and douchebag hipsters Clean up this mess, of impersonators, of sing-along assholes no real creators Get rid of the robots, artistic cripples, no ordinary, no lower class and no art for the masses not for the ignorant, educate the dumbasses Here comes the rage On the top of this redundant orgy of crap Thrones a pack of suits pretending to keep it all on track Force feeding you clones of the same simple turd Withholding you options and variation Absurd is the fellowship they breed every day Scarier how simple to brainwash their prey Just induce a boner and you are on your way Nice cars and some bling bling Why don’t you just fucking Die! This is why I shout and plant the seed of doubt The vanishing of common sense of just rewards for excellence No glorifying of overpaid strippers, no minimalism and douchebag hipsters Clean up this mess, of impersonators, of sing-along assholes no real creators Get rid of the robots, artistic cripples, no ordinary, no lower class and no art for the masses not for the ignorant, educate the dumbasses But I won’t cede I’m here to stay Not all is lost in this decay You’re here that’s why it’s not in vain You still make use of your brain It’s hate that binds us in the end Unites us all to a new blend A wide array not just a trend Deny the shit it’s in your hand Clench your fist and bang your head Scream and shout till pop is dead Use your rage and give ‘em hell I know what is true, I will never become like you. You're a cunt! I scream and shout I'm down on my knees. Shut the fuck up I'm begging you, please Argh, you've got nothing on me It hurts so hard, so deep in my brain, I need to return this cerebral pain Generic that's why I despise you, you know your music won't ever be true You hormonstrosity