Letra de Song for Eric Solomon to Sing

The sum of all that I believed turned out to be nothing but a whisper in a breeze
And I was lost in a meritocracy now with nothing but the tunes to carry me
With the industry aswing in the gallows that we made
They'll stumble round for someone else to blame
There's no sense in believing that our wounds will never mend
Gotta live our lives before they end
So rat me out to the scene police cause I'd rather be living
Rather be living
Well these are our friends they're no commodities
And don't you forget it
Don't you forget it
For a scene that prides itself on fun and doing it yourself
Sure like to use our friends as stepping stones
I guess the reason that I play is to be free
From the risk of the ones on top shoving me below
Woah-oh-oh-oh