You're just a follower of scenes,
A product of TV and magazines.
You're just fuckin sheep.
Please tell me something that you actually believe,
Without repeating what you've heard on your TV.
Cos you're the reason why our scene is on it's knees.
An effigy of everything that I refuse to be.
Content is wasted on your mind,
With no ability to see behind the lines.
Or outside your life.
Cos I still believe this scene has something good inside.
We can fight for it or sit and watch it die.
It's time for us to leave this box that we've been shut inside.
Before it's the epitome of all we once despised.