The Mind Of A Screamo Band

Black eyeliner,
Jeans,
Skull t-shirt,
And a chain hanging at the back,
Dyed hair, black polished nails,
Anyone dare to say crap about me
They're not going to get away with it,
With the power, with my screams
I can blow your minds away,
I may be a prick, a jerk,
A piece of dirt
But I still have fans following me here and there,
My band, my buddies, my same blood
They got my back,
I am not unarmed,
I am protected,
I do things unusual,
Doesn't matter,
I am still well respected anywhere I go.

Whatever you wear,
Whatever colour you dye your hair,
Welcome buddies
To my screamo world,
Dress up, stay up all night
In the dark,
You lick your lips
As you hear the delicious,
Seductive words,
They melt your body
Like you're on a hot stove,
You can't get enough
Because you're so in love
With the our lyrics
That you want to post them
Up on your walls.

You become a fan more like a cult,
A crazy cult,
Doing whatever you can just so
You can look exactly like a screamo band,
Some come up with their own style to stand out,
Some try to look different but are the same as me.

Nowadays not only are screamo bands just belong to the
Heavy metal, so-called demonic kind of music,
They too are entering the world of pop or r n b,
Yes,
With our screams so tight,
You can hear us scream along to the words
Of a pop song or an r n b song,
Don't believe me?
Check out this band called BrokenCyde,
They're crazy good,
They sing like a popstar
But the screams on the song
Would be unavoidable,
Excellent mix,
This will be the future of MTV,
Try and tell me no you dorkhead,
I tell you the truth,
Don't you turn your head away
Because then
You will be labelled old fashioned,
And out of touch.

Those who hate screamo bands are whiners and whimps,
They rather listen to Britney Spears
Or bands as whacky as way back then,
The ******* I do not want to say,
Because I know a lot of pretty lame bands
Out there,
Screamo bands,
They will never die,
Because fans, cults,
Keep their grip on us like a safety belt,
Can't let us go,
We're stuck to a world
Of screaming souls.

The roaring of the crowds,
The wildness of their hunger (hunger)
The cravings of their open jaws,
You know what they want,
You know what are their demands,
Nowadays screamo, emo bands
Dark haired, dyed haired,
Pierced lip, eyes blackened,
All having a big kick from the audiences,
We give special explosive dynamites
(Our lyrics really),
We throw them in the air
And watch them explode above
The rotting and bitten hearts
Of our growling, groaning
And moaning fans.

You say no more,
Others say they want more,
Not fire, not winter
Just screams,
Music and screams,
May sound like an exaggerated way of how anger sounds like,
But well,
People always like the extraordinary
Never the too normal,
We're way beyond the natural,
We could be from a different planet
BUT WHATEVER IT IS
GET CRUNK,
GET DOWN WITH US,
SAY NO MORE POP AND R N B
COME AND GET WITH US,
MOVE YOUR BUTT OUT OF THE WAY
OF BANDS THAT SING LOVE SONGS
BECAUSE THOSE,
YOU KNOW THOSE HELP YOU WASTE YOUR MONEY
NOT US, NOT US
WE HELP YOU GET ENTERTAINED,
SOMETHING NEW IS ALWAYS GOOD,
SOMETHING BLASTING
IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED,
GET DOWN WITH US,
GET DOWN,
GET DOWN,
COME TO US AND GET OWNED.