Scrap the extras cut out the spareparts let's keep our eyes wide open. Fuck the 
idol reject the star let's feed ourselves some struction. Convention blackmails 
creativity this lack of challange kills me. Manipulate the obvious. Cowards 
bought by traditionalist manners. Scream at the herd that are heard the most 
without substance and with useless banners. The rhymes of revolution. Poetry 
written in gasoline. Your art is worth nothing.