I No Longer Feel Fine
Chorus:
Contradictions,
Your double standards are an affliction.
You say that music's dead;
Yet you can't get those tunes out of your head.
But I won't be a product
Of your system.
That's what I tell myself
To get me through the night.
Verse 1:
I didn't rhyme that last bit.
So you'll say it's bad "what I writ".
And that's the grammar that you'll use,
Well I guess, in that regard, you lose.
Chorus
Verse 2:
You say you're against misogynism.
Yet you backtrack with politicians.
Judging the cabinet by their wardrobe.
That's not a catwalk, it's a board room.
Chorus
Bridge:
Face it, you're a product
All you're looking for is money.
You're so fake
You may as well be the Duracell bunny.
You preach individuality
Through repetitive 'musicality'.
Your life is a book,
Pardon me if I don't look.
Instrumental