Music is fashion when the scene gets away from its core
Where once stood signs of conviction now stands a deliberate whore
Their images are postured projections, their art a predictable bore
They've downloaded all that they stand for
No respect for the underground they're leaching from
Stealing not products made but feeling shared
Heartfelt declarations turned to internet scene points
Their flags to wave with no sacrifice made
No sense of dedication - a commodity, disposable
Strangers to impress not self progress
Carefully-crafted photos of a lifestyle that's shocking and they can exploit
When the trend desists
You will not exist
It's not about the money it's about the energy
And the effort they expend just to make sure that they are seen
They have no real investment, there's no reason to stay
So how much could someone really care if they do not want to pay?

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