Kneeling and crying to the sky in desperation
but I don’t belive to you, you are too many.
maybe it’s just a trend, I don’t care…it’s what I see.
if you want you can cry but it doesn’t belong to me.
EMO…to many plastic tears falling down
EMO…why give a name and a sound to your ego
EMO…a pathetic and victimizing theatre
EMO…you call hardcore some sad and weak hysteria.
or maybe I’m wrong again, as you often say
but how can it be that 1000 out of 1000 feel the very same sensations?
Stereotyped, programmed by a screaming, moaning music,
the new trend for spoilt kids playing lived
EMO…that’s what you are, another musical product
EMO…a label just like others, a good record to buy
EMO…keep away from me or I can get intolerant
EMO…it’s too late, I’m sweeping your blood away.