Franchise beats where's
The spirits flame
No flame
The raves essence
Traded for fame
Just fame
Trend setters turn to
Brand ambassadors
No allure
Culture vultures at the
Dance floors door
What's it for
Lost the passion in
The flickering strobe
Where'd it go
Chasing likes in the digital glow
It's a show
Lasers cut through
The smoke screen
Smoke screen
Neon lights sell the false dreams
False dreams
Genuine beats now they're so rare
So rare
Plastic vibes in the stale air
Stale air
Synthetic drops hearts don't soar
Just dollar signs on the dance floor
Once was love on the dance floor Dance floor
Now it's a trade for the cash flow
Cash flow
Corporate suits steal the heart's core Heart's core
Plur fades in the backdoor
Backdoor
No more peace
No more no love
No unity
Respect's not enough
Bring back the days
When the beats were for truth
When the floor was a temple
The records our proof
Now the lights are too blinding
The sound is all staged
And the soul of the rave
It feels caged
Neon prophets they preach
But they're hollow
Guzzling profits
A bitter pill to swallow
Where's the fire that burned
In our hearts
Sold out dreams
Tearing old values apart
So apart
We came together
Music used to inspire
To inspire
Now we're just pawns in
The game of the highest buyer
Highest buyer
Warehouse echoes
They don't sound the same
Not the same
It's all glitz and glam
Forgotten is the name
Where's the name
DJs spin but it's
All just for show
Just for show
Fame's the god that they
All want to know
Want to know
Hypnotized by the money's glow They've sold
The rave's suck
They rave for the lights
Not for the vibe
In this plastic paradise
True spirit can't survive
Peace love unity respect
Now just a memory
Festivals a marketplace
Just to sell
Originality displaced
It's all farewell
False psycadelia
Just for the gram
For the gram
Serenity lost
It's all a sham
All a sham
Crowds with faces
Glued to screens
Missing moments
Living through machines
Peace love unity respect
Now just a memory
Unkle Skock - PLUR is Dead (feat. The UK Rave Revival) Lyrics
Unkle Skock - PLUR is Dead (feat. The UK Rave Revival) Lyrics
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Franchise beats where's
The spirits flame
No flame
The raves essence
Traded for fame
Just fame
Trend setters turn to
Brand ambassadors
No allure
Culture vultures at the
Dance floors door
What's it for
Lost the passion in
The flickering strobe
Where'd it go
Chasing likes in the digital glow
It's a show
Lasers cut through
The smoke screen
Smoke screen
Neon lights sell the false dreams
False dreams
Genuine beats now they're so rare
So rare
Plastic vibes in the stale air
Stale air
Synthetic drops hearts don't soar
Just dollar signs on the dance floor
Once was love on the dance floor Dance floor
Now it's a trade for the cash flow
Cash flow
Corporate suits steal the heart's core Heart's core
Plur fades in the backdoor
Backdoor
No more peace
No more no love
No unity
Respect's not enough
Bring back the days
When the beats were for truth
When the floor was a temple
The records our proof
Now the lights are too blinding
The sound is all staged
And the soul of the rave
It feels caged
Neon prophets they preach
But they're hollow
Guzzling profits
A bitter pill to swallow
Where's the fire that burned
In our hearts
Sold out dreams
Tearing old values apart
So apart
We came together
Music used to inspire
To inspire
Now we're just pawns in
The game of the highest buyer
Highest buyer
Warehouse echoes
They don't sound the same
Not the same
It's all glitz and glam
Forgotten is the name
Where's the name
DJs spin but it's
All just for show
Just for show
Fame's the god that they
All want to know
Want to know
Hypnotized by the money's glow They've sold
The rave's suck
They rave for the lights
Not for the vibe
In this plastic paradise
True spirit can't survive
Peace love unity respect
Now just a memory
Festivals a marketplace
Just to sell
Originality displaced
It's all farewell
False psycadelia
Just for the gram
For the gram
Serenity lost
It's all a sham
All a sham
Crowds with faces
Glued to screens
Missing moments
Living through machines
Peace love unity respect
Now just a memory
The spirits flame
No flame
The raves essence
Traded for fame
Just fame
Trend setters turn to
Brand ambassadors
No allure
Culture vultures at the
Dance floors door
What's it for
Lost the passion in
The flickering strobe
Where'd it go
Chasing likes in the digital glow
It's a show
Lasers cut through
The smoke screen
Smoke screen
Neon lights sell the false dreams
False dreams
Genuine beats now they're so rare
So rare
Plastic vibes in the stale air
Stale air
Synthetic drops hearts don't soar
Just dollar signs on the dance floor
Once was love on the dance floor Dance floor
Now it's a trade for the cash flow
Cash flow
Corporate suits steal the heart's core Heart's core
Plur fades in the backdoor
Backdoor
No more peace
No more no love
No unity
Respect's not enough
Bring back the days
When the beats were for truth
When the floor was a temple
The records our proof
Now the lights are too blinding
The sound is all staged
And the soul of the rave
It feels caged
Neon prophets they preach
But they're hollow
Guzzling profits
A bitter pill to swallow
Where's the fire that burned
In our hearts
Sold out dreams
Tearing old values apart
So apart
We came together
Music used to inspire
To inspire
Now we're just pawns in
The game of the highest buyer
Highest buyer
Warehouse echoes
They don't sound the same
Not the same
It's all glitz and glam
Forgotten is the name
Where's the name
DJs spin but it's
All just for show
Just for show
Fame's the god that they
All want to know
Want to know
Hypnotized by the money's glow They've sold
The rave's suck
They rave for the lights
Not for the vibe
In this plastic paradise
True spirit can't survive
Peace love unity respect
Now just a memory
Festivals a marketplace
Just to sell
Originality displaced
It's all farewell
False psycadelia
Just for the gram
For the gram
Serenity lost
It's all a sham
All a sham
Crowds with faces
Glued to screens
Missing moments
Living through machines
Peace love unity respect
Now just a memory
Writer: Scott Brown
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid