The Herd - When You Escape (Music Vs Fashion) lyrics

From very early on I was absorbed I was outraged By the injustice of the day What I'd read of to that day It Conflicted with everything I had been brought to believe And my school didn't teach none of it So underneath we used to wonder If this was messed up, mixed up Give the lad a pen While he's still a boy Watch what he makes of it Can he make an ace of it Before recreation and rap What anyone and everyone Rap (chuck?) was a king But you jumping again And waiting for that time to come back This territory's untapped Or at least that's what it seems When to cops swarm Celebrated for a God Com Maybe we already long gone Just don't let any of it Interfere with escapism and a door to... Christ no not even as the ship takes on water This is how we view the world Art is an imitation of life Well throw away the air brush I want to know what it looks like Now I've scratched my head I've chewed my pen (??) in something else to say The lyrics make you nervous But you like the music anyway So I'll stick to the hard stuff And you can keep the throw away The prefabricated pop stars So light that they could blow away There's too many (??) For the things that they believe in So what's the point of talking If you say things and don't mean 'em I refuse to accept it If you bring the same old reason That no it doesn't effect me Well yes it does directly And my music's a reflection Not meant to be a lecture It's a sonic insurrection In the face of disaffection And I've kept the fingers inky And the mic was never dusty And i bust a gut on Friday night To make the punters trust me And what is it exactly That you're wanting me to write about Sing baby baby with a crazy Haircut and a tiny pout I'd prefer to hide out And contemplate my pa**ions I'm talking about music And you're talking about fashion Man, half of them are actors And they rise from the same pattern Pretending they're all accidents That are just waiting to happen And the tiny hands are clapping 'cause that's their demographic They went straight for the money, man What about the magic? Yo, I'm not so tragic that i think This music is our savior There's no way that the ba*tards Will be changing my behavior At least i gave you something You can get your teeth into Some real nourishment, man Some real soul food