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Subtract the greed that spurs you on and theres no room for them in your s**tty scene. Feeding on a carcass to sustain a following. Nobody wins. You want it all and you spoil it for nothing. The Scene is dying. You bleed it dry. Youll get what you want. You feed on us, but youre so wrong. Now running out of fuel who worships you. You persecute you. The music fails you. Who hails you? The royalty of a s**tty scene. Its a joke you can keep it.