Sellout

LETRA

Sellout

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've got a problem with the way i think,
I've got a problem with the way you think
That you can program me
Like a damned machine
I'm gonna take a stand
And say f*** this scene

I'm sick of imagery, Instead of artistry
I'm sick of apathy, Instead of harmony
I'm sick of
poets working 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.

Ba da da da da da da da da Daaa da ... ohhhhhhh (x2)

What the hell was I trying to prove,
I ran away so young, Now on the move.
Like a vandal, I wear my mask
And all you punks back home
You can kiss my ass.
Coz I got a feeling deep down inside my soul,
That's taken three whole years to gain control.

And I Never,
No Never
No Never
NO NEVER
No Never
No Never..
Comin' Home.