This is not a test on the emergency broadcast system This is the real thing

Sit back watch it crumble, see the drowning watch the fall I feel just terrible about it, that’s sarcasm, let it burn I’m gonna make at toast when it falls apart I’m gonna raise my glass abuv my heart Then someone shouts that’s what they get! For all the years of hit and run for all the piss broke bands on VH one Where did all their money go don’t we all know Parasitic music industry as it destroys itself We’ll show them how it’s supposed to be

Music written from devotion not ambithicin, not for fame Zero people are exploited there are no tricks up or sleeve Were gonna fight against the mass appeal Were gonna kill the seven record deal Make records that have more then one good song The dinosaurs will slowly die and I do believe no one will cry I’m just fucking glad I’m gonna be there to watch the fall Prehistoric music industry three feet in la brea tar Extinction never felt so good