sellout - Never Shout Never, Christofer Drew, Caleb Denison

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 gotta problem with the way I think

I gotta problem with the way you think

That you can program me

Like a damned machine

I wanna take 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 workin' 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 their dreams

Set the music free

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Oh what the hell was I tryin' to prove

I ran away so young

Now I’m on the move

Like a vandal I wear my mask

And all you punks back home

Yah you can kiss my ass

Cause' I gotta feelin' deep down inside my soul

That’s taken three whole years to gain control

And I ain’t never, no never, no never, no never, no never, no never

Coming home

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