If you think that I'm willing to pay For empty words of praise Then you can think again If you think that I want to compete For the hype of a transient scene Then you can think again Because your passion is just a mask for a business That loves this art just enough, enough to exploit it So if you think that I'm willing to pay For empty words of praise Then you can think again Your authority is self-appointed The acclaim you sell is totally worthless Your opinions are no better than others but you exhibit them like gospel to the choir But no one who loves, wants to profit from love or charges a fee every time that they help others So keep those words you deal in vain I still believe in other ways And they'll never help us anyway For what is your love if so easily swayed? I would rather stay hidden away Cos there is nothing here to gain There is nothing here to gain There is nothing here to gain This crown of false glory - it can be anyone's but it preys on the mindless, and remains on the desperate.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
