End of the dream

fear-of-paranoia:

Sons of Plunder

by Disturbed

…

You say you’ve found yourself a new sound
The shit’s loaded and ready to go
A bit too much just like the old sound
Already heard it for the hundredth time
One hundred more, all have the same sound
Running around with all the sheep that you know
“It’s so sublime, they’re breaking new ground”
“They’re sure to have another hit this time”

Come on
Can’t you just leave it alone?
It doesn’t have any soul
Just find a thing of your own
And stop pretending to know

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The truth about the most of today’s music.