Here comes adrenalin

People listen nowadays a lot,
But it seems like they can hardly hear a word.
In those stupid little songs
They get only what’s not hard to find
Looks like everybody’s lost their mind,
Looks like every single rhyme’s so screwed,
Looks like they don’t even think they’re duped.
People listen so much more today,
But they don’t even hear a thought. They pray
For the silly-twilly super-stars,
Who pretend to be so cool in bars.
And they got it on the stage, this fame,
Only opening the mouth. That game
Can be lasting for not long enough
To even catch a cold and cough.

So you are going that path. I see.
Is it criminal enough to let that singing be?
I’m sick of all the fake kids preaching on TV
‘bout the ability to make themselves be me.

I wanna stop it. Turn that sound down.
My mind addicted to the rhymes not gonna watch that clown.
I wanna break it. Let some music in.
Blow up your radio, here comes adrenalin.

Hey boy! You don’t even think it’s crap
Your girl’s waiting for you to get the mic and rap
And you find yourself standing on the stage again
With your mouth opening according to a plan.
In the words that are coming from your chest
Little girls and house wives find their lives. /Protest/.
Can I take a short objective speech?
Let’s be honest, all you do is just pretty-sweety shit.

Some people, they want to only sing. They can’t
You’re right on their way with your coming in band
Some kids are eager to be on their own
With their tastes & believes, but your video’s on.
No talking allowed. No thinking. No pain.
Whatever you’re going to learn is just vain
I’m learning from rhythm. Never too late to start
And I’m looking forward to tear you part.

Now you are going that path. I see.
So, is it criminal enough to let it be?
I’m sick of all the rock-stars preaching on TV
‘bout the ability to set my mind free.

I wanna stop it. Turn that sound down.
My mind addicted to the rhymes not gonna watch that clown.
I wanna break it. Let some music in.
Blow up your radio, here comes adrenalin.