Sex, Drugs and Empty Souls

I used to think my life would be complete
When I made it to the industry
But it turns open, honest dreamers into lying, fucking cheaters
Who all want household name
Whose ego’s big enough to bring in the big bucks?
And if you don’t have what it takes
Just fake it 'cause the kids don’t know a thing
Give it up for the chance to shine
Fell the rush when the crowd goes wild
Then laugh it up 'cause it’s all a lie
It’s all about the sex, drugs and empty souls
Cause the money’s always green when the record hits gold
I need it (we want it)
I’ll dream it (we'll buy it)
It’s safe to say that we’ve lost our way
If you want sex, drugs and rock and roll
Give up your soul
I used to think that we would live the dreams
Being artists in the industry
But they just love you, fuck you, leave you
Once you don’t sell they don’t need you
They’ll just find a bigger name
Keep my music, you can frame it with my faith that I had
I’ll still believe in me, even if you can’t
Keep the spotlight, cause I don’t need it to see who I am
I’d rather be remembered for the person I was, not my fucking band