It's ruined.
Everybody ruins music...
Not just me...
You saw it/You liked it/Embraced it/Then faked it...
Not just me...
(I'm) jaded and over it/sick of the whole of it...
Everything piles up...
Until I burn it in the trash/rip it up and turn it into ashes...
Exit...
It's ruined.
Everybody ruins music...
Not just me...
You heard it/You learned it/You dressed it/(and) Accessed it...
Not just me...
(I'm) jaded and over it/sick of the whole of it...
Everything piles up...
Until I burn it in the trash/shred it up and incinerate to ashes...
Exit!
Everything piles up...
Until I burn it in the trash/incinerate and turn it into ashes...
Exit!
I walk through exits only...
Because I can.
We are no different/I'm not paving the way...
See?
It's indifferent...
I'm not saving the day...
(Therefore) we are no different...
So it drives us away...
The flame is incentive...
So I burn it away...
Like rabies amongst rats...
Everyone ruins the music as time goes by...
Not just me...
You jacked it/Then hacked it/Devalued/
And stole it...
Not just me...
I'm jaded and over it/sick of the whole of it...
Everything piles up...
Until I burn it in the trash/incinerate and turn it into ash...
A comeback doesn't come gently...
It's as ugly, as ugly is...
Made of hedonist handcuffs...
Crushing weights...
Neurotic accuracy...
And kills love outright...
So burn it/one precious chunk/at a time...
There's no reading between the lines.
Like fire that falls from the sky...
Like fleeing a monster of nature...
Like a bullet born of a madman...
There's no reading between the lines.
Like disappearing from the face of the planet...
Like being cut in half...
Like having everything and burning it...
There's no reading between the lines.