Skeletons In The Closet - This Machine

This one goes out to all the fucking posers!
It's back in style, the hair and the clothes and the philosophy
They dressed the part but never felt the glares
They're all so pretty, they were popular in school
Listen to Weezer cause they think that they're cool
But where's the fucking music and where's the energy
Where's the fucking mosh pit when you're on a fucking screen
We sing of misery while parents pay for our degrees
It's so hard for me, you wouldn't understand
And that's a band (And that's a band)
Tell me what to think with your insidious marketing
They make the pain sound fun
The alcohol just makes me numb
Oh, I hate the way they looked at me
(The way they looked at me)
But now I'm just another kid in the scene
(Another kid in the scene)
And I can taste the poison, it makes me so sick
They don't care, they'll be over it
Is it going out of style yet?
I'll be old and shrivelled before I forget
And that's a band (And that's a band)
Tell me what to think with words you never fucking wrote
They make the pain sound fun
I hope every one of you knows
That you're nothing
But piles of shit
They don't give a fuck, they don't give a fuck
I'm all out of luck, they don't give a fuck
And from grace I'm struck, they don't give a fuck
I'm all out of luck, just another band
Tell me what I think, I can't do it on my own
And the pain sounds so fun
This machine is killing us (This Machine, will kill us all)
Tell me what to think, tell me who I am
And tell me the pain is fun
The alcohol just makes me numb

Written by:
Asiah O'Donnell

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