Hipsterectomy

I’ve got a decent proposition to all the «artists» of Silverlake
The deal is I’ll stop singing
When you stop making the music you make
We’re part of a dying movement
But at least we’ve got something to say
The words are
«We're in shambles, 'cause of those who lost their way»
Now I understand there’s a lure to fitting a certain mold
But bands dropping off the conveyor belt is getting fucking old
So tell all the Lo-Fi rockers, this is a Hi-Definition resent
And tell Karen O herself to get on her knees and repent