Dunsel
by Protest the Hero

And when the underworld’s, best kept secret saw it’s own reflection,
I knew things had finally changed (for better or worse, whatever as always)..
Mid-life fires start to burn and burned down our one protection,
I won’t take pictures from their frame (whatever as always)..

When the hands that sold me everything, slapped a price tag on my chest..
Bit my tongue and shut my mouth, tried to blend in with the rest..
But I’m a square peg, I’m a sore thumb...
And it seems to me this apathy, kills the life in artistry, ankle deep in industry..

All these songs sound so damn good, even if their meaning’s hollow,
Hollow words dry out your mouth, you might find it hard to swallow..
All the shit that we keep feeding, to keep ourselves and you believing..
That no money could change us, then a door opens up, and some devil persuades us!!

The songs we sung when we were just young, have all but lost their meaning..
But there’s still a few things and still a few things, still a few things that we keep on believing... still a few things, and there's still a few things, that we keep on believing..

Shitty music just ain’t worth makin’, smiles and thank yous just ain’t worth fakin’!!
Some assholes’ hands just ain’t worth shakin', and if it ain’t broken, we need to break it!!
There’s no such thing as unconditional, though contracts bind you in the end..
Make no mistake this is a killing ground, blood-hungry and camouflaged as friends!!

Select ‘yes’ at the end of this mess... if you get there and it’s your only fucking ‘option’ left..

These days I don’t know, the people I’m supposed to trust..
and I don’t trust these people that I’m supposed to know..
The handlebars on my dreams slowly start to rust, they’ll take everything and
somehow you still owe!!

As the cocaine cowboys, finally get their wings and sell them all for blow!!

Since I dont know the people I'm supposed to trust, and I don't trust these motherfuckers that I'm supposed to know..
The handlebars on all my dreams, they slowly start to rust..
The cocaine cowboys, finally get their wings you know and sell them all for blow, they finally get their wings you know and sell them all for blow!!

I make music, for myself!!
Not for hat tips from the upper-tier and their undeserved wealth here’s to their failing fucking health...

I don’t mean this in a hateful way, but when the people you love start walking away..
The walls get tighter each and everyday..
Take your last bite before it crumbles away and there’s something inside me I just have to say; love nothing, trust no one, just live for the motherfucking day!!!
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Lyrics submitted by Amelia.