OH last night I had this great dream
I was bleary-eyed possessed by artistic fury
Feelings for you had become
Transformed and crystallized into an emo-tinged prog rock epic of supersize me
Can I reach notebook? Before the vision fades
Before alarm clock Rock radio invades
Inspiration battles hand to hand mortal combat with collective unconscious vs. KROQ's strains
And out came
1, 5, 6, 4
Same as every song played on the radio before
Same retarded chords that I could play in 7th grade
I thought that I had something to say
But now I'm just a f*cking cliché
BUT
It's too late you started humming this
And this part makes you cry
OH my god this song is horse shit
What the bloody Christ happened to my nocturnal missive
I started out with something different
So swiftly my pen was swayed by populist visions/conventions
My virgin vision Has been deflowered
By television and Clear Channel's unquestioned power
I never should have downloaded that Yellowcard ringtone. Never.
Cuz out came
(to self, writing) guitar solos passé...insert heavy thrash here. OH!
This was supposed to be The part where you go crazy
But I forgot about
Marketability
Pop sensibility
How f*cking gay this song could be
Wwiii - 1-5-6-4 Lyrics
Wwiii - 1-5-6-4 Lyrics
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OH last night I had this great dream
I was bleary-eyed possessed by artistic fury
Feelings for you had become
Transformed and crystallized into an emo-tinged prog rock epic of supersize me
Can I reach notebook? Before the vision fades
Before alarm clock Rock radio invades
Inspiration battles hand to hand mortal combat with collective unconscious vs. KROQ's strains
And out came
1, 5, 6, 4
Same as every song played on the radio before
Same retarded chords that I could play in 7th grade
I thought that I had something to say
But now I'm just a f*cking cliché
BUT
It's too late you started humming this
And this part makes you cry
OH my god this song is horse shit
What the bloody Christ happened to my nocturnal missive
I started out with something different
So swiftly my pen was swayed by populist visions/conventions
My virgin vision Has been deflowered
By television and Clear Channel's unquestioned power
I never should have downloaded that Yellowcard ringtone. Never.
Cuz out came
(to self, writing) guitar solos passé...insert heavy thrash here. OH!
This was supposed to be The part where you go crazy
But I forgot about
Marketability
Pop sensibility
How f*cking gay this song could be
I was bleary-eyed possessed by artistic fury
Feelings for you had become
Transformed and crystallized into an emo-tinged prog rock epic of supersize me
Can I reach notebook? Before the vision fades
Before alarm clock Rock radio invades
Inspiration battles hand to hand mortal combat with collective unconscious vs. KROQ's strains
And out came
1, 5, 6, 4
Same as every song played on the radio before
Same retarded chords that I could play in 7th grade
I thought that I had something to say
But now I'm just a f*cking cliché
BUT
It's too late you started humming this
And this part makes you cry
OH my god this song is horse shit
What the bloody Christ happened to my nocturnal missive
I started out with something different
So swiftly my pen was swayed by populist visions/conventions
My virgin vision Has been deflowered
By television and Clear Channel's unquestioned power
I never should have downloaded that Yellowcard ringtone. Never.
Cuz out came
(to self, writing) guitar solos passé...insert heavy thrash here. OH!
This was supposed to be The part where you go crazy
But I forgot about
Marketability
Pop sensibility
How f*cking gay this song could be