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  1. Bad Scene

Lyrics

I should have said I hate your face or band, I guess.
‘Cause I can taste that competitive edge.
When people never matter, the music matters for no one.
It lays waste for kids to imitate. I could tell by their looks, they were sick.
By the look….
The first sign of an ending scene, losing civility.
You’re talking shit!
And oh-oh, It’s a bad scene. Bad scene.
Sugar coat the idolatry. This culture’s based on a minute.
Bleed it, gotta get it, get out!

They’re feeling chic, but they’re bored.
What we play is a statement not a billboard.
What we know is you’d better be goddamned selfless.
‘Cause it’s what we reap.

Does anybody feel me? Do you remember when?
I think I learned not to suffer attempts of the mouth not honestly answering.
Does anybody feel me? Do you remember when?
A bad scene when the words don’t follow in deed.
A bad scene when the words don’t follow in deed.

By the look….
The first sign of an ending scene, losing civility.
You’re talking shit!
And oh-oh, I’m care free, care free.
See what comes of hedonic creed? And this culture’s sacked in the pit,
Bleeding from the chin and the mouth.

Who’s gonna fix what we broke?
What we play is a statement not a billboard.
What we know is you’d better be goddamned selfless.
‘Cause it’s what we reap.

‘Cause I can taste that competitive edge.
My motion stumbling, stammering.
Blank faces can’t rattle this when I dance the dream to let you know.
Let you know. It lets you know.
And my motions stumbling, stammering.
Blank faces can’t rattle this when I dance the dream to let you know.
Let you know.