Stop minding the meanings, they don't (won't)pay at all
Ride the new wave, get this right, and try to take control
Of how this could sound like, or how much you can sell
All my past intentions and my thoughts can go to hell
Well, I've got nothing to say but I stick on this sound
To turn you all around
It's fake and so I am, mind the message you might find
Inside when(‘cause) it could lack of content the one you sing along with me!
Empty hits for empty kids…
Catchy sound straight from the underground
My inspiration is gone, ideas come undone
It doesn't really matter what I mean but what I show
Don't even try to understand, we feel the same
We are both to blame