Dunsel

And when the underworld's Best kept secrets Saw it's own reflection I knew things had finally changed For better or worse Whatever as always Midlife fires start to burn They burn down our worn protection I won't take pictures from their frame Whatever as always With their hands that sold me everything Slapped a price tag on my chest Bit my tongue and shut my mouth Tried to blend in with the rest But I'm a square peg I'm a sore thumb And it seems to me this apathy Kills the life and honesty It will deepen industry All these songs sound so damn good Even if their meaning's hollow Hollow words dry out your mouth And you might find it hard to swallow all this shit that we keep feeding to keep ourselves and you believing That no money can change us then a door opens up and some devil persuades us The songs we sung when we were just young Have all but lost their meaning But there's still a few things Still a few things Still a few things That we keep on believing Still a few things There's still a few things That we keep on believing Shitty music just ain't worth makin' Smiles and thank-you's just ain't worth faking Some assholes' hands just ain't worth shaking And if it's not broken we need to break it There's no such thing as unconditional No contracts bind you in the end Make no mistake, this is a killing ground Blood hungry and camouflaged as friends Select yes At the end of this mess If you get there then it's your only fucking option left These days I don't know The people I'm supposed to trust And I don't trust these people That I'm supposed to know The handlebars on my dreams slowly start to rust Helped take everything and somehow you still know And as the cocaine cowboys finally get their wings And sell them all for blow These days I don't know these people that I'm supposed to trust And I don't trust these motherfuckers that I'm supposed to know The handlebars on all my dreams they slowly start to rust The cocaine cowboys finally get their wings too Now they sell them all for blow I make music for myself, not for hand jobs from the upper-tier or their undeserved wealth Here's to their failing fucking health I don't mean this in a hateful way, but when the people you love start walking away The world gets harder each and every day Take your last bite before it crumbles away There's something inside me I just have to say Love nothing Trust no one Just live for the motherfucking day --- Dunsel - Protest the Hero