Dunsel Lyrics - Scurrilous - 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 

With their 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 this apathy 

Kills the life and honesty 

It will deepen industry 

All these songs sound so damn good 

Even if their meaning's hollow 

Hollow words dry out your mouth 

And 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 

That we keep on believing 

Shitty music just ain't worth makin' 

Smiles and thank-you's just ain't worth faking 

Some assholes' hands just ain't worth shaking 

And if it's not broken we need to break it 

There's no such thing as unconditional 

No contracts bind you in the end 

Make no mistake, this is a killing ground 

Blood hungry and camouflaged as friends 

Select yes 

At the end of this mess 

If you get there then it's your only fucking option left 

These days I don't know 

The people I'm supposed to trust 

And I don't trust these people 

That I'm supposed to know 

The handlebars on my dreams slowly start to rust 

Helped take everything and somehow you still know 

And as the cocaine cowboys finally get their wings 

And sell them all for blow 

These days I don't know these people that I'm supposed to trust 

And I don't trust these motherfuckers that I'm supposed to know 

The handlebars on all my dreams they slowly start to rust 

The cocaine cowboys finally get their wings too 

Now they sell them all for blow 

I make music for myself, not for hand jobs from the upper-tier or their undeserved wealth 

Here's to their failing fucking health 

I don't mean this in a hateful way, but when the people you love start walking away 

The world gets harder each and every day 

Take your last bite before it crumbles away 

There's something inside me I just have to say 

Love nothing 

Trust no one 

Just live for the motherfucking day