IN ITUNES WE TRUST… SYKE!!!!!
iTunes to categorically pretext what something sounds like before you even hear it
Facebook to let the public decide whether you should like it or not like it
Art should never be formed to project superficial bullshit on you
Give yourself a chance to enjoy your own experience
Clear your head and listen to what it makes you feel inside
Nobody can stop you so make the moment yours
Who decided music should have an image anyway?
Passion over money and fame and image any day
Close your eyes and listen and hear the image fade away
Always complaining
Act like a baby
Insinuating
Procrastinating
Not contemplating
Feebly blaming
Every day by day
Not gonna show your fall
Nothing to stop you at all
Lookout here comes last call
Always complaining
Act like a baby
Insinuating
Procrastinating
Not contemplating
Feebly blaming
Constantly straining
Completely draining
Interest is lost
Music is an aural art form, your ears can’t see one’s clothes
Fashion, you don’t need to abide by dress codes to go to shows
Musical styles were never intended to imply a visual appearance
Give yourself a chance to enjoy your own experience
Clear your head and listen to what it makes you feel inside
Nobody can stop you so make the moment yours
Who decided music should have an image anyway?
Passion over money and fame and image any day
Close your eyes and listen and hear the image fade away
DESTINATION NOW (third seven)
And here I’m locked in indecision
In this brittle cold dark alleyway
Always hidden from those who can’t afford
The color of the flames
Disguised blue devil
In white eyed reason
To trust invoking strange mistakes
Encouraging such challenges
The unknowing and undoing
Causes flat wound awakenings
Like sinner men or a eucharist in a church
Grit in your teeth and a pause on your tongue
Tasted memory
The taste of redemption
Adjustable sufferable talents
Layered here so as not to be understood
Disguised blue devil
In white eyed reason
To trust invoking strange mistakes
Encouraging such challenges
POST GENRE (featuring third seven)
We have much more in common than I think you realize
I want to show you something, but you have to close your eyes
I need you to remember the way it used to be
Before we were so jaded and unable to feel
Do not let them open until it tells you so
A spirit? A feeling? Or love?
I do not know
But promise to leave it untamed
Description will deceive
Remember our youthful perceptions?
Unhindered unbiased and clean
End this endless division
To sort and sort
Please try not to label
Language will fall short
It’s either good or bad and that is completely relative
These labels mean nothing at all
It’s either loved or hated and that is completely fine
Do not rely on words to make this decision
Do not let them open until it tells you so
A spirit? A feeling? Or love?
I do not know
But promise to leave it untamed
Description will deceive
Remember our youthful perceptions?
Unhindered unbiased and clean
End this endless division
To sort and sort
Please try not to label
Language will fall short
We do not need to classify
Every single little thing
Instead let them pass through us
See what they will bring
Oh