The radio mess

All the same recycled songs.

I write to right all the wrongs.

This is.

Radio mess.

All the songs are about love and stuff.

I prefer aggression and pain to make you tough.

All the songs are about happy things.

I prefer not to pluck but cut your heartstrings!

Don't want to hear them sing.

I want to hear them scream!

Metal is the way to go.

Pop is for kids!

Oh my god, im getting sick of this game.

Similar lyrics and melodies, it's all the same.

Burry them all down below!

Cast pop out, give me a growl that's low!

Last night, I dreamt of death, and I smiled.

I thought pop was popular, but it died.

That filled me with joy like when I was a boy.

And all I listened to was fallout, boy!

Change the tune, fill the room.

Fill a snowflake with a sense of doom.

It's all over for you whimps.

Distroy the pop and the hymns.

Punk for the last time, change the station.

Give me metal for some brain sanitation.

Wipe the slate to rejuvenate my mental state.