I've got a story for you a tale of trendy trash

I forgot you know the ending well you

Fucking wrote it

And you think we don't see it your constant

Hit-parading I'd like to find your

Pressure point and push you down

You think we are all too dumb to pick apart

Your bullshit song when your time is

All used up we'll be fine



It sickens me it hurts me how you've belit-

tled my dream I listen to you call it your

Fucking