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• Artiste: Semester Review (The)
• Titre: Death Of A Sellout
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All your thoughts are cliche Your words they wear me out. Kids like you are a dime a dozen In this lifeless town. So hold on to your ego And all of your false hope. Conform to society And the status quo. I wanna know what it's like To be above and divine. Beauty is what they buy. So if I look the part, I'll be just fine. Woah, you're just like everybody else Woah, you're just a product that they sell. You're no celebrity nor anywhere near fame. Stop acting like the whole weld knows your name. You only sing the songs you wish you wrote. A mirror image of what's been done before. We don't have the sound That can put us on the map. We're stuck in the old days When things were not as bad. So smile for the camera. The genre is gone. Things were just so golden Until you came along. The way you look won't define What's being said through the mic If they all closed their eyes I'll be out of sight, you're out of mind. I'm not saying I'm different At least I'm good enough to admit it. You're all so typical. You're playing what sells, A trend in which you fell for. You're an outfit at best At least you're oh so stylish. So?