I killed the trend scene

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 twelve 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

So far removed from the thoughts you once had
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?
Shave your eyebrows?
Cut your pants off?
You’re the one that knows

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

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