Miyavi

Oh no, pop is dead, long live pop.
It died an ugly death, by back catalogue.
And now you know it gets you nowhere,
And now you know you realise.
Oh no, pop is dead, it just gave up,
We raise the dead but they won't stand up.
And radio have salmonella,
And now you know you gotta die.
It left this message for us.
So what, pop is dead, it's no great loss