All you want to listen to is "happy music" Its making me sick Like an echoing cadence of grandiose sunshine infiltrating my soul
Can you play some Slayer? Do you even have an ember of anger that savors your desires for something more Break down the barriers and make it Rain Blood I want to see your smile turn evil in a rotation of your brows that marquee your plastic, practiced face
Can you play some Elliott Smith? Bleed the truth and don't hide it The longing for fairness in a world you can't control I'll keep them still, yet still you hide behind this mask that you think no one can penetrate
I want you to call for what is just yet you just listen to **** like Katy Perry Her mindless jingles bounces off the wall Like natural ****, distracting yet they hold nothing for you
I'm glad you're happy But I need something genuine If I can't know the real you How can I be your friend?