Industry
God damn you record labels
Making true artist into fables
Ill dive an airplane into a field
Before you turn me into something unreal
Speak out, freak out artist leak out
Speak up, shut up. stop talking live it up
Those words you say, make use armodillos
Enought to make a stronge man into a pillow
You leave your mark like wrecked graffitii
Only to watch use go under like thrown out Zeddi
Words ingrained in my brain, for one grain
Please tell me, do want me to entertain ?
Why do it ?
Why do it ?
I speak what i want to speak
For those who cant hear I am the sound of the creek
Unchanged till you spill your oil into my waters
Then orginality is changed, causing dealth of the followers
Dont change me
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