You're just a follower of scenes,
A product of TV and magazines
You're just fuckin sheep
Please tell me something that you actually believe,
Without repeating what you've heard on your TV
Cos you're the reason why our scene is on it's knees
An effigy of everything that I refuse to be
Content is wasted on your mind,
With no ability to see behind the lines
Or outside your life
Cos I still believe this scene has something good inside
We can fight for it or sit and watch it die
It's time for us to leave this box that we've been shut inside
Before it's the epitome of all we once despised