Allegretto (feat. Gino's Eyeball, P.O. Box, The JB Conspiracy, The Tips & Bad Cop, Bad Cop)

Join the fray, bring new consciousness Are you willing to take all these risks Let me tell you what you are missing, my friend, it's humanity's end Mutism's social construction Undo it and slow down media hype Take a book and some speech therapy, you'll see, your own thinking will change Or let me bleed, fail till grave, let me bleed, to death Change consumer goods, denial of the truth I'm top fifty douchebag, mediocrity's rank Indebtedness of my soul, highest rebate rate Sell shares, don't share, my money isn't crass Live it up, your time is running out Look down on us, we are a massive crowd Fuck your rules, cause we will pull the strings One day, on your real tragedy Let me make you bleed Benediction time Let me make you bleed It ends on the ground Do it until a bone Breaks off under a stone Let's sing along the song That's real coalescence Do it until a bone Breaks off under a stone That's real coalescence Don't do it all alone And you're the change, hell you buddy Seek in your brain, You got the solutions to overcome the discrepancies And you're laid-back boy, street boy, your slacks that don't fit Ask for rolling paper, you got 33 You feel lost - LOST Last - LAST Of very very long Generation victim of non-wealthy background You're not a bad boy smashed - BAD BOY SMASHED You're just a trite misfit - TRITE MISFIT Who waits Christ mess came in a major success Entertainment's trivial but it goes down in history How did we hold off the smart non-sense While the masses prayed, Amen What if resistance's only valid in world war 3 What if the bullshit isn't broadcast on TV Maybe my perception of the modern world is wrong And I admit, the ideal city, is dead I had success with catchy songs and autotune And everyone has heard about it to the moon I bought seventeen guitars and another mansion to put them You gonna sing it, you gonna sing it loud Does it make sense to give awards I'd like to design one A 22 for the pricks, greenbacked, named, loaded Cause their city, is dead I gave sixteen of these guitars No need to be a star Life's better than this I need your bliss Cause, soon, I'll be, dead