The Rip A Wilhelm Scream
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Fuck genius, what's an artist?
Dead words devoid of meaning, let's drop them
I know where they can go, your neck is blocking the hole
Let's start from zero, now listen close
This is the rip, the scream that ignites the world
We're slaves to radios, we're not worth shit to talk to
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound
Whose plan to follow?
It feels like your own
It's an insult, you've fallen for it
It feels like your own
Your anthem's as jaded as its source
The anemic, the pale, the sullen
An album's evidence, I believed that shit
Here stuck in radios, no one's worth shit to talk to
These were my heroes, now they're all jokes
This is the rip, the scream that ignites the world
We're slaves to radios, we're not worth shit to talk to
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound
Whose plan to follow?
It feels like your own
It's an insult, you've fallen for it
It feels like your own
Your anthem's as jaded as its source
Dead words devoid of meaning, let's drop them
I know where they can go, your neck is blocking the hole
Let's start from zero, now listen close
This is the rip, the scream that ignites the world
We're slaves to radios, we're not worth shit to talk to
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound
Whose plan to follow?
It feels like your own
It's an insult, you've fallen for it
It feels like your own
Your anthem's as jaded as its source
The anemic, the pale, the sullen
An album's evidence, I believed that shit
Here stuck in radios, no one's worth shit to talk to
These were my heroes, now they're all jokes
This is the rip, the scream that ignites the world
We're slaves to radios, we're not worth shit to talk to
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound
Whose plan to follow?
It feels like your own
It's an insult, you've fallen for it
It feels like your own
Your anthem's as jaded as its source
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