RIP
A Wilhelm Scream Lyrics

Fuck genius. What's an artist? Dead words devoid of meaning. Let's drop them.
Artistic genius is overrated and meaningless. Let's start fresh with a clean slate.

I know where they can go, but your neck is blocking the hole. Let's start from zero.
I have an idea of where to go next, but your resistance to change is getting in the way. Let's start from scratch.

Now, listen close.
Pay attention, this is important.

This is a rip: "The scream that ignites the world?"
This is a critique of the music industry's formulaic approach to creating hit songs that lack true substance or meaning.

We're slaves to radios. We're not worth shit to talk to.
We are trapped by the mainstream media's influence, and our voices and opinions are not valued.

This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound. Whose plan to follow?
The current methods of expression are not enough to heal society's wounds. We need a new plan to change things.

It feels like your own. It's an insult. You've fallen for it.
The music industry's cookie-cutter approach makes us feel like we are the ones creating the art, but in reality, it is an insult to our intelligence and creativity.

It feels like your own. It's your anthem, as jaded as its source.
The music industry's manufactured songs are marketed and sold to us as our own, but they are ultimately cynical and jaded in their origin.

The anemic. The pale, the sullen. An album is evidence. I believed that shit.
We have been convinced that the bleak and lifeless music being produced is evidence of artistic depth and meaning, and we have fallen for this lie.

Here, stuck in radios. No one's worth shit to talk to. These were my heroes. Now they're all jokes.
We are trapped in a world of shallow and meaningless music, and even the artists we once admired have succumbed to this trend and become a joke.

The ceiling is waiting. And you follow like it mattered if you did. And it dropped you on your head 'cause you took yourself for granted.
We follow the status quo blindly without realizing the consequences, and when we are let down, it is because we failed to value our own individuality and ideas.

Heartless and headstrong. Jump right over the bodies. Life's a race. It's an obstacle course.
We are encouraged to be ruthless and competitive, to climb to the top without regard for the people we hurt along the way. Life is presented as a challenge to overcome at any cost.

Hide, but you'll never have a choice when you go. They would have noticed you if they had known, but you're fucked.
Trying to hide from the oppressive system is pointless because they will always have power over you. Even if you have something valuable to offer, you may go unnoticed because of the system's inherent flaws.

They'll only love you when you're gone, or barely hanging on to all your organs and dignity while you're rotting in hospitals.
The music industry only values artists when they are dead or suffering, reducing their art to a commodity rather than a reflection of their humanity.

Don't believe it? It's not your fault. You're just worthless. You're one in a million.
The industry's lies are not your fault - they have convinced millions of people that their art is worthless and formulaic, reducing individuality and creativity to a statistic.

Where is god? The ornament, the holiday song whored out on reading materials in latrines and porta-johns?
The concept of a higher power has been degraded and commercialized, reduced to a cheap holiday gimmick and plastered on low-brow reading materials.

Don't believe this. You're not worthless. It's us against millions and we can't take them all. But we can take them on.
Don't believe the lies of the industry - you are not worthless, and together we can challenge and change the damaging status quo, though the odds may be stacked against us.