Take, take... but it won't give you an answer You walk, walk... 'cause the idiots are walking Ain't nobody telling me what went wrong You take, take... but it won't give you an answer You talk, talk... 'cause the idiots are talking Ain't nobody telling me what went wrong Most of my life I've been in love with you But from now on I think I hate you. I think I've come to the point where I can't help myself to watch it from a distance While everything I loved is crumbling apart. And now I want to know why. Prefabricated music artists, following the dots Drawn by the music industry and media to make it right No local scene, no indie scene To succeed you better be mainstream Everyday, I can't believe what's going on. Plastic bands are invading my T.V And every band we ever seem to play with Is scoring a major deal with a million dollar company I wanted this so bad and now it's alright. I've realized my goal isn't being in this fight For success and fame I don't wanna be a whore I'd rather play my thing and be proud and poor. I'll never get no fucking answer