The End To The Put Down Of Music

See them play on stage they've got no heart
Polishing a shit, the finest art
And you could never know the feelings deep inside of me
Behind the onion layers what's there to see?

You know the time is nigh for the end to the put down of musicians
Embrace the frequency I'm sending to you

In between two scenes I don't belong
I'm not a musician I just write songs
The more you change a sound around a lie it goes away
With the intent to invent, you sound the same

It's time for mutiny, death to all the pseudo-musicians
Embrace the melody, the new unbiased truth
What's wrong with harmony? Weed out all of the insincere sounds
Open the frequency I'm sending to you

All the time, playing house, playing musician
All your life, hiding from the truth
We've known it all the time, losing face like an idiot
We've known it all this time