So it seems that you’re not listening
Because if you were you would be ashamed
Of the modern state of music that we have today
The same shit, the same way
With just some new dumb pretty face
So it seems we need beauty
To define music’s prosperity
So it seems that you’re not listening
Because if you were you would walk away
And so this is how you sell these fools mediocrity
With some whore and four chords
In the latest fashions of today
So it seems we need beauty
To believe music’s acceptability
Nice tits, six pack, anorexic scumbags parade before me Profiting proportionally to the sex they sell
Maybe I’d feel better if this were the exception
To the rule rather than so common place
So it seems we need beauty
To define music’s prosperity
If we choose to walk this path we must consider
The consequences — defamation to the art in itself
Welcome to the death of originality!