This is an industry of infamy and I refuse to believe
That you do this for the passion
You let your mind and heart be rationed
Music is my life
And it's something that can't be priced
You lead with your greed
And you want me to believe
You take this seriously
But I think that you take back
All that's been given out of creativity
I put everything I have into this
And to me brilliance still exists
This is an industry of infamy and I refuse to believe
You do it for the passion
You let your mind and heart be rationed
You focus on a dollar sign
Rather than a creative mind
You want a mind that can be sold
Mine won't be controlled
I won't let you take
What this has given to me
What this has given to me
What this has given to me
What this has given to me
A purpose and a drive
Something that I can't hide
Something worth doing in a positive light
I won't fit your stereotype
You work in a business of deceiving
But my words, my heart, my life
Have a meaning and music for
A constructive youth
Is something worth achieving
But this time I won't let
Your lack of sincerity
Get a hold of me
This is where you end
You end where we begin
You end where we begin
You end where we begin.
