Text: Question Mark. My Core.

My core! Steady following rising in footsteps along,
just like everyone that's what they demand I can't believe this
is real it feels wrong, to go after and be the same when you're
in a band We could be like them, play it safe for cash, betray our
own choice but I don't believe in following the trend, my music my
heart, my core, is not , not for rent everyday another one gets big,
one day forced to be the ideal of the record company, your market is
what consumes yours soul, don't you get it? it's a waste to play
without a.. (goal)Dancing millions at the show, you got something
to say but they don't know, nothing's left, you're now a product for
the numb, now encore.. 1,2,3,4 .. no encore