You found a way to draw a line.
Between the world and you.
Faking your identity it's true. Did
you think the word alternative,
was only meant for the likes of you?
Do you think that they're too cool now?
Being popular is lame.
You're the one that made them popular,
all their songs are still the same.
You found them first, it made you
stand apart, you know? But then
everyone jumped on the same
bandwagon, making you an
average Joe. A lemming for the
mediocre, you were just a plain
old joker, status quo.
Blame it on the band now. If you prick them
do they bleed? What's the point in
playing what they want, if you
want let them succeed?
Do you remember where we all
came from? Do you remember
what it's all about? When you
made a point to be objective,
before you started writing
Handbook for the Sellout?
You sunk your worth in being
different, just to be like your own
kind. You traded in objectiveness,
for the underground you follow blind