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[nirvana_zepelin]

It's digging time again,
It's wearing on my mind,
I'm speaking all my doubts aloud
You rob a dead mans grave,
Then flaunt it like you did create
you're nurturing the weakest trend
Those with the heart and the brain to get past this
Can spot a pathetic without even asking
Fuck your magazine,
and fuck the long dead plastic scene
Pierce a new hole,
if Hell was "in" you'd give your soul
Buy it at a store,
from MTV to on the floor
You look just like a star,
it's proof you don't know who you are
It's bullshit time again,
you'll save the world within your trend
Politically relieved,
you're product sold and well received
The right words spoken gold,
if I was God you'd sell your soul to...

the great southern trend kill
That's right,
fuck ya