This is not a test of the emergency broadcast system. This is the real thing



Sit back watch it crumble, see the drowning watch the fall

I feel just terrible about it, that’s sarcasm,

Let it burn



I’m gonna make a toast when it falls apart

I’m gonna raise my glass abuv my heart

Then someone shouts... that’s what they get!



For all the years of hit and run

For all the piss broke bands on VH1

Where did all their money go

Don’t we all know



Parasitic music industry

as it destroys itself

We’ll show them how it’s supposed to be



Music written from devotion not ambithicin, not for fame

Zero people are exploited there are no tricks up our sleeve



Were gonna fight against the mass appeal

Were gonna kill the seven record deal

Make records that have more then one good song



The dinosaurs will slowly die and I do believe no one will cry

I’m just fucking glad I’m gonna be there to watch the fall

Prehistoric music industry three feet in la brea tar

Extinction never felt so good



If you think anyone will feel badly you are sadly mistaken

The time has come for evolution fuck collusion kill the five



What ever happened to the handshake

Whatever happened to deals no one would break

Whatever happened to integrity



It’s still there it always was for playing music just because

A million reasons why all dinosaurs must (will) die