Text: Pulley. Esteem Driven Engine. One Shot.

this is it, my one shot at the big time,
better make it count, stand up and be heard,
cause i know if the radio plays this song
all the kids will buy it and i won't be cool anymore.
i've been doing this for the last twelve years,
through all the times when no one cared.
now everybody wants a piece of me,
sign on the dotted line,
make what's theirs is mine.
it'll make you rich you'll see
and there's a million more just like me.
i don't care what's cool anymore,
who am i to say if you can't make that decision on your own
then you're pretty fucking dumb anyway.
generation, no motivation, remote controls and mtv,
a generation that hypnotized lulled by repetitious lies.
spoonfed all of their corporate pro-gramming.
i'm not a one hit wonder looking to get rich.
i'm not trying to sell out my songs.
i was here before they exploited this scene
and i'll be here when they're dead and fucking gone