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Текст песни Victims Of Pop Culture

Just look close and you will see
Now it's all a novelty because
Simple bands call for simple plans
And there's no more originality
So process, and process the same idea
Until the market thrives, then the trend will die
And lose your mass appeal

Lights out, brain dead
Another victim of pop culture
Small minds, force fed
Another victim of pop culture
Lights out, brain dead
Another victim of pop culture
Lights out, brain dead
Another victim of pop culture shot dead

Some complain that true rock is dead
But in the underground is where it's kept
An army of clones that just copy others
They start to explain then they stutter
Damn, that's the same old song, But don't worry, it won't take long
As the radio signal gets ready to send, over and over again

Lights out, brain dead
Another victim of pop culture
Small minds, force fed
Another victim of pop culture
Lights out, brain dead
Another victim of pop culture
Small minds, force fed
Another victim of pop culture shot dead

Placing words in places
Packing dreams in places
Sending all the vultures to relocate the stars
Gold and platinum plated
Actually spray painted
Ever revolving, never evolving plastic industry
I guess it's up to us to say
That it's impossible
I know this happens everyday
And there is no control, no control

Pop music is the enemy