(if you can't understand the words in the intro you probaly need more help that a lyric sheet) Just look close and you will see Now it's all a novelty because Simple bands call for simple plans And there's no more originality So process, process and reuse the same idea Until the market thrives and then the trend will die And lose all your mass appeal Lights out. Brain dead Another victim of pop culture Small minds. Force fed Another victim of pop culture shot dead Some complain that rock is dead But in the underground is where its kept An army of clones who just copy others They start to explain but then they stutter Damn, that same old song. But don't worry, it won't take long As the radio signal gets ready to send, over and over again Lights out. Brain dead Another victim of pop culture Small minds. Force fed Another victim of pop culture shot dead Placing words in places Packing dreams in cases Sending all the vultures to relocate the stars Gold and platinum played Actually spray painted Ever revolving never evolving plastic industry I guess it's up to us to say That it's impossbile I know this happens every day And there is no control. No control Pop music is the enemy!