Protest The Hero

And when the underworld's
Best kept secrets
Saw it's own reflection
I knew things had finally changed
For better or worse
Whatever as always
Midlife fires start to burn
They burn down our worn 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 self apathy
Kills the life in artistry
{And leaves us} 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 this shit that we keep feeding
To keep ourselves and you believing
That no money can 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
Still a few things
Still a few things
That we keep on believing
Still a few things
There's still a few things