Nobody wins

Nobody wins
Subtract the greed that spurs you on and there’s
no room for them in your shitty scene.
Feeding ona carcass to sustain a following.
Nobody wins.
You
want it all and you spoil it for nothing.
The Scene is dying. You bleed it dry.
You’ll get what you want.
You feed on us, but you’re so wrong.
Now running out of fuel who worships you.
You persecute you.
The music fails you. Who hails you?
The royalty of a shitty scene. It’s a joke you can
keep it.