there's no soul in the songs you sing   but that's not why I'm pissed off   what positivty could you ever bring?   fast as the hype just as quickly forgot   just a performer and nothing more   yet we read about everything you do   all part of the plan to pacify   trivial lives dominate the news    we'll strike   the media surrounding you   controlled by the elite   dictating what we all should think   distorting our history    its all about names and dates to you   I make the most of my agency   if there's one thing I'm sure to do   be on my guard and switch off the tv    hold my attention   turn out the lights   feeling so hollow, lost and empty   but now I see through this   I'm sure of myself   won't hold my attention   we'll stirke