Dear (enter chosen suck ass band here),
u can't hide behind fireworks, groupies, spiky hair, tattoos and pro tools for long... we'll all realize how much your band sux when the smoke and mirrors are cleared from the stage...
punk rock for the masses, heavy metal for the weak, rock and roll for the money...
a fucking hodgepodge of deuche baggery...
music owned by big business...
a musician's heart left on the corner w a cup and a sign "will beat for a sick guitar riff"
music has had some bad plastic surgery....
went in for a face life and left w the idea that music is "cool" and not soulful...
paid for a tummy tuck and left w the understanding that a lip piercing makes u a star...
a boob job turned tragically into a mass media cesspool...
someone struck a wicked deal w the devil... instant success...
but i guess u can't be completely to blame...
i mean there must be a couple idiot drones who look just like u, but with amazingly less talent buying your crap music.
i just hope when u sleep at night knowing u don't deserve the hype, u also know that only what is real survives... so enjoy your spice girl fame.... cause u can be assured your career will only last as long as some second rate reality show allows...
so in conclusion: fuk your emo hair, fuk your meaningless tattoos, your overpriced glitter tshirts, "keeping with the jones'" piercings, factory manufactured image, and incredibly desperate soul... my heart truly goes out to your pathetic ass
love,
a lover of real music
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