Story Behind The Song

most artsist have run into walls in trying to get their art out into the publics hands. This is an exploration of that frustration

Song Description

a disgruntled artist ponders terrorism against the big corporations that have kept his art down

Lyrics

?Hey there
I?m doing great,?
at least that?s what I?ll say.
A smile for everyone
who comes my way.
Just don?t look too close
or you might find
that I?m lost,
and I?m running a fever
and I can?t stand
your face either,
that I?m falling short
of expectations and tired
of fruitless conversations.

But it?s the perfect guise
to mask my contraband,
to wage a holy war
on this LaLa land.
I?ll hide it all so well
that you?ll never know
I?m planting
C4 on all of your houses,
and putting hits
out on your slutty spouses,
forcing you
to take a vacation
to ponder loss
and grief
and suffocation.

I?m the industry terrorist.
I?ve got your soulless heart
bleeding in my fist,
and you won?t get it back
?til you make amends
and your reign of terror
ends.

Your little rich kid sneer
makes me want to puke.
Your ass was wiped for you
now you know no truth,
except that cash and flash
will get you anywhere,
except deep within
the human faction
where our grit provides
the needed traction
to dig our starving souls
out from under
your piles of empty hype
and one hit wonders.

You see
I?ll break your will,
I?ll make you understand
the need for deconstruction
in this corporate land.
I?ll prove your Hollywood
endings are just a scam
to keep us numb
and distant and free
from feeling
the rage and hurt
too long congealing.
You?d turn us all
into the living dead,
but I just bitch-slapped
a nasty price
on your head.

I?m the industry terrorist ?