Dunsel by Protest The Hero
And when the underworld's best kept secret saw it's own reflection
I knew things had finally changed (for better or worse, whatever as always)
when the mid-life fires start to burn and burn down our one protection,
I won't take pictures from their frame (whatever as always)
when the hands that sold me everything, slapped a price tag on my chest
I bit my tongue and shut my mouth, tried to blend in with the rest
but I'm a square peg, I'm a sore thumb
and it seems to me this apathy kills the life in artistry
and leaves us ankle deep in industry
All these songs sound so damn good, even if their meaning's hollow
but hollow words dry out your mouth
you might find it hard to swallow
all the shit that we keep feeding, to keep ourselves and you believing
that no money could change us then a door opens up and some devil persuades us
the songs we sung when we were just young have all but lost their meaning
but there's still a few things that we keep on believing...
shitty music just ain't worth makin'
smiles and thank-you's just ain't worth fakin'
some assholes' hands just ain't worth shaking
and if it ain't broken, we need to break it
there's no such thing as unconditional, no contracts bind you in the end
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