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Music: Tortured and Violated
Fever Dream track 7
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Take charge
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» highest in charts: # 195 (80,531 songs currently listed in Metal)
» highest in sub-genre: # 14 (3,483 songs currently listed in Metal > Industrial Metal)
» highest in sub-genre: # 14 (3,483 songs currently listed in Metal > Industrial Metal)
About the song
Punk is a type of music I have a great deal of respect for, so occasionally I turn on the TV and see something unnatural and terrible done to it, and this bothers me. I'd imagine the punks out there feel worse about it than I do.
Lyrics
Did you dream of being fake?
As hypocrisy goes, you take the cake
Keep telling yourself
"I’m one of a kind"
"I’m one of a kind"
Do you remember when you wanted fame and fortune?
Now you’re in limousines
On the covers of magazines
Celebrity stalkers
Are following you
All your life's plans
Please the 13-year-old fans
And celebrity stalkers
So what do you do?
You set the fashion trends
People take notes on what you wear
You hop out of bed in the morning
And take an hour to mess up your hair
Though you want fame and recognition
Harassment escaped your precognition
Now you've got tykes in spikes
Singing that sh*** you write up while lit
And really pissed at some slutty chick
Depressed, you drink and smoke every day
To escape the realization
Your music scene is a joke
And it's played throughout the nation
By fans of destitute boy bands
Who don't care or aren't aware
You lip-synch your shows
Cuz everybody with an ear for music knows
You can’t hit the notes
Without the gear in your studios
As hypocrisy goes, you take the cake
Keep telling yourself
"I’m one of a kind"
"I’m one of a kind"
Do you remember when you wanted fame and fortune?
Now you’re in limousines
On the covers of magazines
Celebrity stalkers
Are following you
All your life's plans
Please the 13-year-old fans
And celebrity stalkers
So what do you do?
You set the fashion trends
People take notes on what you wear
You hop out of bed in the morning
And take an hour to mess up your hair
Though you want fame and recognition
Harassment escaped your precognition
Now you've got tykes in spikes
Singing that sh*** you write up while lit
And really pissed at some slutty chick
Depressed, you drink and smoke every day
To escape the realization
Your music scene is a joke
And it's played throughout the nation
By fans of destitute boy bands
Who don't care or aren't aware
You lip-synch your shows
Cuz everybody with an ear for music knows
You can’t hit the notes
Without the gear in your studios
