Images (Demo)
*Dumb scream*
A dying industry
Fueled by power and greed
Be careful not to give in to breed
Where futile trends are relentless needs
In my mind
I see right through your disguise
Falsehood surrounds this world
A dumbed down version of reality
That spits in the face of morality
Validation is a drug relied on
Always asking for your trivial opinions
While building a shrine for their superficial egos
In my mind
I see right through your disguise
Blueprints of the blind
Mo-ther-fucker
This is the state
of the industry, today
As dictated by those who lead
A society
blinded by
Images
That clouds their judgement
But is this
What you want
To be a prop
Of their fuck-ing act?
Looping nursery rhymes are the end
Popularity contests have dictated the future
These images must be destroyed
Before they end with the preserved
Sympathizers wait
For the next big thing
A one-hit boy-wonder
For three minutes of fame
In my mind
I see right through your disguise
Blueprints of the blind
Mo-ther-fucker
This is the state of the industry, today
As dictated by those who lead
A society
Blinded by
Images
That clouds their judgement
But is this
What you want
To be a prop
Of their fuck-ing act?
A society
Blinded by
Images
That clouds their judgment
But is this
What you want
To be a prop
Of their fuck-ing act?
Is this your next fad?
Is this your next fad?
A dying industry
Fueled by power and greed
Be careful not to give in to breed
Where futile trends are relentless needs
In my mind
I see right through your disguise
Falsehood surrounds this world
A dumbed down version of reality
That spits in the face of morality
Validation is a drug relied on
Always asking for your trivial opinions
While building a shrine for their superficial egos
In my mind
I see right through your disguise
Blueprints of the blind
Mo-ther-fucker
This is the state
of the industry, today
As dictated by those who lead
A society
blinded by
Images
That clouds their judgement
But is this
What you want
To be a prop
Of their fuck-ing act?
Looping nursery rhymes are the end
Popularity contests have dictated the future
These images must be destroyed
Before they end with the preserved
Sympathizers wait
For the next big thing
A one-hit boy-wonder
For three minutes of fame
In my mind
I see right through your disguise
Blueprints of the blind
Mo-ther-fucker
This is the state of the industry, today
As dictated by those who lead
A society
Blinded by
Images
That clouds their judgement
But is this
What you want
To be a prop
Of their fuck-ing act?
A society
Blinded by
Images
That clouds their judgment
But is this
What you want
To be a prop
Of their fuck-ing act?
Is this your next fad?
Is this your next fad?
Credits
Writer(s): Gustavo A. Rodríguez
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