[Intro: Clean guitar arpeggio → massive grunge explosion] He's the one who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along, but he knows not what it means We can pretend he's not aware Chasing meaning everywhere [Verse 1: Quiet raspy vocals → building tension] It's out of fashion now, but we still wear Nature is a whore, bruises on the fruit Trying so hard to understand Empty gestures from empty hands [Chorus: Full Nirvana distortion blast] Sellout dreams in a hollow show We all know but we never grow Singing loud but the words don't land Sellout dreams slipping through our hands! [Verse 2: Heavy riff, pounding drums] Time to sell those [expletive] tapes His girlfriend's in the band Laughing at the truth we can't explain Pretending through the pain [Chorus: Louder grunge fury] Sellout dreams in a hollow show We all know but we never grow Singing loud but the words don't land Sellout dreams slipping through our hands! [Bridge: Feedback chaos → clean breakdown] And I forget just to play along But [expletive] if I do I'm not the one Living like we know what it means Sellout dreams, sellout scenes [Outro: Explosive chorus repeats → feedback wall] Sellout! Sellout! Sellout dreams! [Grunge screams fading into noise]
