Scrap the extras cut out the spareparts let's keep our eyes wide open. Fuck the 

idol reject the star let's feed ourselves some struction. Convention blackmails 

creativity this lack of challange kills me. Manipulate the obvious. Cowards 

bought by traditionalist manners. Scream at the herd that are heard the most 

without substance and with useless banners. The rhymes of revolution. Poetry 

written in gasoline. Your art is worth nothing.