sellout Songtext

instead of artistry
i'm sick of apathy
instead of harmony
i'm sick of poets working part time jobs
while pissy people picking shoes and stars
i know that i should be
the last one to speak
about this
but even sell- outs have their dreams
set the music free.

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what the hell was i trying to prove
i ran away so young,
and now on the move
like a vandal
i wear my mask
and all you punks back home
you can kiss my ass cause i got a feelin' deep down inside my soul
that's taken three whole years to gain control.
and i ain't no never, no never, no never, no never, no never, no never, no never coming home.
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ooooooh.