Something react with a shake and 
bang to resurrect 
dead beat, rhythm of a slant and a pose 
Of chivalry that's far front its best,

So over-rated, 
So bits and pieces, 
Accelerated, 
And so deceiving.

Wait, it's all sounding the same

So over-rated, 
So bits and pieces, 
Accelerated, 
Accelerated.

Mark it up with the made up, 
Make it up on the side,
Drag through 
Shoulders to the wheel of alluring and baited lies.

Wait, it's all sounding the same.
Wait, rehashed beats and Leak downs, 
Surround and 
take the diversity away
Make it all feel stale and vacant.
Call it trashing

Wait, it's all sounding the same.
It's all charades and shadows
Call it trashing

It's all sounding the same.
It's all charades and shadows
It's all sounding the same.

It's all sounding the same.
It's all charades and shadows