call it trashing

something react with a shake and a bang to resurrect a dead beat

rhythm of a slant and a pose of chivalry that's far front its best

so over-rated

so bits and pieces

accelerated

and so deceiving. mark it up with the made up

make it up on the side

drag through shoulders to the wheel of alluring and baited lies. wait

it's all sounding the same. rehashed beats and leak downs

surround and take the diversity away and make it all feel stale and vacant. wait

it's all sounding the same. it's all charades and shadows

call it trashing