Walk Through Exits Only

It's ruined.
Everybody ruins music…
Not just me…
You saw it/You liked it/Embraced it/Then faked it…
Not just me…
(I'm) jaded and over it/sick of the whole of it…
Everything piles up…
Until I burn it in the trash/rip it up and turn it into ashes…
exit…
It's ruined.
Everybody ruins music…
Not just me…
You heard it/You learned it/You dressed it/(and) Accessed it…
Not just me…
(I'm) jaded and over it/sick of the whole of it…
Everything piles up…
Until I burn it in the trash/shred it up and incinerate to ashes…
Exit!
Everything piles up…
Until I burn it in the trash/incinerate and turn it into ashes…
Exit!
I walk through exits only…
Because I can.
We are no different/I'm not paving the way…
See?
It's indifferent…
I'm not saving the day…
(Therefore) we are no different…
So it drives us away…
The flame is incentive…
So I burn it away…
Like rabies amongst rats…
Everyone ruins the music as time goes by…
Not just me…
You jacked it/Then hacked it/Devalued/
And stole it…
Not just me…
I'm jaded and over it/sick of the whole of it…
Everything piles up…
Until I burn it in the trash/incinerate and turn it into ash…
A comeback doesn't come gently…
it's as ugly, as ugly is…
made of hedonist handcuffs…
crushing weights…
neurotic accuracy…
and kills love outright…
So burn it/one precious chunk/at a time…
There's no reading between the lines.
Like fire that falls from the sky…
Like fleeing a monster of nature…
Like a bullet born of a madman…
There's no reading between the lines.
Like disappearing from the face of the planet…
Like being cut in half…
Like having everything and burning it…
There's no reading between the lines.