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speaker for the dead - sounds like a protest lyrics

so you paid 15 bucks to get
into the show to see
seven bands that
n0body knows
you ever wonder where all that
money goes
well i’ll tell ya, i’ll tell ya
i’ll tell ya

it goes to companies bureaucracies and those
bands you didn’t even
come to see
they all need their guarantees
so you’ll pay to play to get onstage
paid your dues played your tunes
with five white bands
and they’re all dudes
they all need to get their say
so you pay to play to get onstage
pay to play to get onstage
pay to play to gеt onstage

it’s a classist, racist
music scene
it tеlls us what we’re
supposed to see
h0m+phobic, s+xist
misogyny
reminds us who we’re supposed to be
reminds us who we’re supposed to be
reminds us who we’re supposed to be
i don’t do it for the love of music
i do it for the hates of the industry
every privatized song
i do it because i am forced to walk a thin line
painted red in the middle of the road
and i feel like walls close in on me
one wall covered with the blood of my friends
the other covered with sticky green dollar bills
to me it feels like one cannot exist without the other
and like in vintage pulp fiction movies
tan and yellow screenings tell me i
have to bleed myself dry for years
give up everything for nothing
until finally the day comes and the golden gates open for me
and then i am the warden
the others who struggled alongside now
giving up everything they own
for the nothing i have to give them
because even as i walk through those gates
i carry nothing with me
there are no weights
no emotional burdens gained
only paid dues, some imaginary class warfare
between those who have successfully played the game
and those who have not
well i have found my way out of the maze
filled with green sticky walls
filled with dollar signs that now seem like a foreign language to me
sometimes it’s hard living outside
the labyrinth walls
not fearing the minitour anymore
not having a game to play
you need your own purpose with rules to hold us up
after sitting on crutches for so long
believing your legs to be broken since birth
sometimes it’s hard to run at first
but we will learn, and then
they will have to catch us
don’t support a music scene that doesn’t support you and me!
don’t support a music scene that doesn’t support you and me!
don’t support a music scene that doesn’t support you and me!
don’t support a music scene that doesn’t support you and me!

because it’s a classist, racist
music scene
it tells us what we’re
supposed to see
h0m+phobic, s+xist
misogyny
reminds us who we’re supposed to be
reminds us who we’re supposed to be
reminds us who we’re supposed to be

don’t support a music scene that doesn’t support you and me!
don’t support a music scene that doesn’t support you and me!
don’t support a music scene that doesn’t support you and me!
don’t support a music scene that doesn’t support you and me!

- speaker for the dead lyrics

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