(verse 1)
so here we go again,
your final farwell trend,
do you sleep at night or do,
do you just pretend you do?
image, facade, you're breaking through,
but they want rid of you,
5 year contract, time is up,
you're gonna have to get a job.
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do you know that your "art" is redundant?
that your lyrics are a mass of cliches?
for the market that you are a part of?
(verse 2)
if you rhyme suicide,
then you get glorified,
because you're "original,"
because you've identified,
the purpose of it all,
is to get space on the wall,
for fame and fortune come,
to those who sell their soul.
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