Album: Navigational

All Hail The Label Scouts

In time, they'll talk it out but I don't even know what for / Diseased, despicable
exchanges made behind closed doors. / To grind, to work it out and calculate the
latest scores / To ship the units, feign emotion, get 'em in those stores./And my!
It's so nice to see that you knew how / To fly! We'll shoot you up when you come
down./In time, they'll sell it out and pass it off as something real / The drinks,
the talent spewing nonsense at the label meals. / We'll smile, we'll shake it off
and laugh at those that we despise / At last, your rock and bullshit swindle leads
to your demise!