By The Books Songtext

With stale words you kick it when it's down/
No substance, this is the death of sound/
One pioneer finds the new ground/
So copy up and break it down/
In your town they're dropping names like dropping bombs/
Hey product these chords the will not become plastic/
You front what you can't back up/
Repeat everything that you hear/
There is nothing left here/
You trust everything/
We've lost everything and ducking punches/
You cheer anything/
False idols they cheer it with you/
Sound for sound it's killing me without sympathy/
My ears are deaf as of now/
This one it has no use/
Line for line/
Move for move/
This uniform in disguise/
And now I'm shaking/ Conformist spies/
Time will come when you get what you deserve/