It's ruined. Everybody ruins music... Not just me... You saw it/You liked it/Embraced it/Then faked it... Not just me... (I'm) jaded and over it/sick of the whole of it... Everything piles up... Until I burn it in the trash/rip it up and turn it into ashes... Exit... It's ruined. Everybody ruins music... Not just me... You heard it/You learned it/You dressed it/(and) Accessed it... Not just me... (I'm) jaded and over it/sick of the whole of it... Everything piles up... Until I burn it in the trash/shred it up and incinerate to ashes... Exit! Everything piles up... Until I burn it in the trash/incinerate and turn it into ashes... Exit! I walk through exits only... Because I can. We are no different/I'm not paving the way... See? It's indifferent... I'm not saving the day... (Therefore) we are no different... So it drives us away... The flame is incentive... So I burn it away... Like rabies amongst rats... Everyone ruins the music as time goes by... Not just me... You jacked it/Then hacked it/Devalued/ And stole it... Not just me... I'm jaded and over it/sick of the whole of it... Everything piles up... Until I burn it in the trash/incinerate and turn it into ash... A comeback doesn't come gently... It's as ugly, as ugly is... Made of hedonist handcuffs... Crushing weights... Neurotic accuracy... And kills love outright... So burn it/one precious chunk/at a time... There's no reading between the lines. Like fire that falls from the sky... Like fleeing a monster of nature... Like a bullet born of a madman... There's no reading between the lines. Like disappearing from the face of the planet... Like being cut in half... Like having everything and burning it... There's no reading between the lines.