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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Electric Callboy
Electric Callboy
Performer
Fronzilla
Fronzilla
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sebastian Biesler
Sebastian Biesler
Composer
Kevin Ratajczak
Kevin Ratajczak
Composer
Pascal Schillo
Pascal Schillo
Composer
Daniel Haniß
Daniel Haniß
Composer
Daniel Klossek
Daniel Klossek
Composer
David-Karl Friedrich
David-Karl Friedrich
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Electric Callboy
Electric Callboy
Producer
Pascal Schillo
Pascal Schillo
Engineer
Daniel Haniß
Daniel Haniß
Mixing Engineer
Aljoscha Sieg
Aljoscha Sieg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(T-H-E S-C-E-N-E)
(T-H-E S-C-E-N-E)
Everybody get the fuck up!
Everything you spit and everything you sing
Every fucking line, it doesn't mean a thing
(What?)
I know you're just a bragging bitch
So go to hell if you won't admit
Twenty-thousand likes, I don't give a shit
So, put the middle fingers up
'Cause you are making me sick
Fuck the money, fuck the fame
Everything that you pretend
I will never be a part of what you represent
Hey, I don't give a shit
So fuck that
You make me sick
I don't give a shit
Living on the fast lane
It doesn't mean a damn thing at all
Hey, let's fuck the scene
Ready or not, let me hear you scream
Hate us, fake us, rate us
We always stay the same
Hey, let's fuck the scene
Ready or not, let me hear you scream
(T-H-E S-C-E-N-E)
(T-H-E S-C-E-N-E)
Everybody get the fuck up!
Go fuck yourself and fuck the scene
Don't give a fuck about your feature in that magazine
(What?)
I know you gotta talk it big
But you should better care about your fan base prick
Fuck expectations from people I don't know
I'm not a motherfucking rockstar, it's never been a goal
And everybody's acting politically correct
But when you drop all pretense
You stab each other in the back
Hey, I don't give a shit
So fuck that
You make me sick
I don't give a shit
Living on the fast lane
It doesn't mean a damn thing at all
Hey, let's fuck the scene
Ready or not, let me hear you scream
Hate us, fake us, rate us
We always stay the same
Hey, let's fuck the scene
Ready or not, let me hear you scream
(T-H-E S-C-E-N-E)
Yeah, tell 'em girls
(T-H-E S-C-E-N-E)
Uh-huh, that's right
Yeah!
Oh shit!
Fronzilla in the building, baby!
Get the fuck up!
Fuck your scene, I'm a metalcore O-G
Fuck the trends and the bullshit magazines
I speak my mind and it turns into a headline
Using my name so they can turn into a goldmine
Livin' in the fast lane nothin' means a damn thing
Call it how I see it, I believe it when I see it, what?
That's the way the world works today
A bunch of trendy motherfuckers to control the scene
Living on the fast lane
It doesn't mean a damn thing at all
Hey, let's fuck the scene
Ready or not, let me hear you scream
Hate us, fake us, rate us
We always stay the same
Hey, let's fuck the scene
Ready or not, let me hear you scream
I wanna kick in your front teeth
And I'm gonna fuck your face
Choke on this!
Hate us or rate us, you'll never commiserate us
Because you'll never be a man enough to
Say it to my fucking face!
Written by: Daniel Haniß, Daniel Klossek, David-Karl Friedrich, Kevin Ratajczak, Marcel Neumann, Pascal Schillo, Sebastian Biesler
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