Searching so hard for somewhere you can belong
So much that you'll change all the things you believe,
Your ideas about what's right and wrong

So take Advantage of the scene that's in style
As trend-core kills with a smile.
Your moments of clarity change 12 times a year
I'll bring you the horizon if you stop hurting my ears

Standing your ground, so clear your intentions
There was nothing I could say or do.
There was a time and a place but I never imagined
It was here and now with me and you.

A new way of life “Well I guess it's not bad”
You took what you knew, changed your clothes and you view
You're living a lie but at least you're in style

Your favourite's death-grind? Electro-gore-trip, 
flirtatious-funk-core, and now you're into JAZZ?
Get a haircut?, cut your pants off?, shave your 
eyebrows?, you're the one that knows.

A lack of vocals, too many breakdowns, only eat tinned 
food, I think you've lost the plot.
You buy a monkey, you feed him tic tacs, give him a 
sponge bath, well you're just badly drawn.