Subtract the greed that spurs you on and there’s no room for them in your shitty scene. Feeding on a carcass to sustain a following. Nobody wins. You want it all and you spoil it for nothing. The Scene is dying. You bleed it dry. You’ll get what you want . You feed on us, but you’re so wrong. Now running out of fuel who worships you. You persecute you. The music fails you. Who hails you? The royalty of a shitty scene. It’s a joke you can keep it.
