Stop minding the meanings, they don’t (won’t)pay at all Ride the new wave, get this right, and try to take control Of how this could sound like, or how much you can sell All my past intentions and my thoughts can go to hell Well, I’ve got nothing to say but I stick on this sound To turn you all around It’s fake and so I am, mind the message you might find Inside when(‘cause) it could lack of content the one you sing along with me! Empty hits for empty kids… Catchy sound straight from the underground My inspiration is gone, ideas come undone It doesn’t really matter what I mean but what I show Don’t even try to understand, we feel the same We are both to blame