Break Up Your Band

I made it up to fool the wax-faced lap dogs
Who set the traps and when you're weak
They finally paid you

Crave wrapping hands with pride and finesse

And you could finger through the piles
Let all the drummers come to meet the champions

Break up your band
And blast with the cold next to joy
And blast with the cold next to joy
Make it stop so you can

I'll make all the rage
It has been approved
Clip your dreams and push it through

If you could finger through the piles
Let all the drummers come to meet the champions

Break up your band
Stale, sexless, loud, and vague
So stop while you can