Decline I Killed The Trend Scene
Searching so hard for somewhere you can belong
So much that you’ll change all the things you believe,
Your ideas about what’s right and wrong
So take Advantage of the scene that’s in style
As trend-core kills with a smile.
Your moments of clarity change 12 times a year
I’ll bring you the horizon if you stop hurting my ears
Standing your ground, so clear your intentions
There was nothing I could say or do.
There was a time and a place but I never imagined
It was here and now with me and you.
So far removed from the thoughts you once had-
A new way of life “Well I guess it’s not bad”
You took what you knew, changed your clothes and you view
You’re living a lie but at least you’re in style
Your favourite’s death-grind? Electro-gore-trip,
flirtatious-funk-core, and now you’re into JAZZ?
Get a haircut?, cut your pants off?, shave your
eyebrows?, you’re the one that knows.
A lack of vocals, too many breakdowns, only eat tinned
food, I think you’ve lost the plot.
You buy a monkey, you feed him tic tacs, give him a
sponge bath, well you’re just badly drawn.
