With All Due Disrespect - Bellwether

It seems as though that

«whoa"'s the only word you know and

All those hand claps

Can’t cover up what your songs lack

So lets be real

You’ll fake your life just for a record deal

Lets cut the shit

You don’t care what you sing

As long its a hit

Why do so many people not give a care?

Is it that hard to write from the heart not the hair?

If the scene keeps on falling to more neon pop

Then I hope my heartbeat, b-b-beat just stops

I’m sick, I’m sick, I’m sick of this

I’m sick, I’m sick, I’m sick of this shit

I’m sick, I’m sick, I’m sick of these actors pretending what they play is music

It’s offensive and tragic

The way you make mention

Of Mark, Tom, and Travis

There’s more to their message

Than whats on the surface

You can write melodies

With actual purpose