Tekstovi: Last Martyrs Of A Lost Cause. Sunrays To Starlight. An Open Letter.

You say that i don't know anything
but what is it exactly that you know?
you wanna divide a genre that stands alone.

i'd like to write an open letter to your open mind
(a little insight couldn't hurt)

it goes like...
i do this 'cause it's all i fucking know,
so please excuse me if it doesn't sound like everything from 45 years ago.

i don't know anything.
i haven't been listening to all the right shit.
save the intervention, it's too late to quit.

it goes like...
i do this cause it's all i fucking want to do
(and if you don't get it, no one ever said you had to)
i'm doing what i love and i'm doing it because
(i'm doing it for me, i'm not doing it for you)

you always got something to say
you better shut your mouth
i got a funny feeling that you're running out
of good excuses to be so exclusive
(you better shut your mouth)