Overthrow

Stuck in self glorified ignorance
Incompetent, narcissistic
Feeding of the envy
Loving the sound of your own voice
Primitive, production
And it's not your own

It's the same old sound
It's the same old voice
The same old megalomania

It takes more to change
Than to remain
To originate
Than to replicate

Illusion of art
A matter of time
The truth is harsh
You're expendable

This is replacement
This is successor
A new wave of noise
Here to overthrow

Fuck

You're turning with the wind
Spoiled and weak
Replacing passion for greed

Imagination is turning dry
The dream is dead
Now you're just a heartless machine

The time is running out
Enjoy your fame
Cause soon, just a memory
Only exist within the past
Starting to fade away
Slipping out of your hands

It's the same old sound
It's the same old voice
The same old megalomania

It takes more to change
Than to remain
To originate
Than to replicate

Illusion of art
A matter of time
The truth is harsh
You're expendable

This is replacement
This is successor
A new wave of noise
Here to overthrow

Overthrow
Overthrow
Overthrow
I'm here to
Overthrow
Overthrow
Now I'm here
Overthrow
Overthrow
Yeah
Overthrow



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Writer(s): Human Machinery
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