Media.

Well, I'd like to sound intelligent
While using this instrument
Unlike the people behind me
And writing talents
Don't amount to even shit
Because visuals are all they need.
Do you think they care
If you're pulling out your hair
Trying to find smart sounding words that rhyme
Because in the end
You're gonna end up with your friends
In the basement where you use to spend most of your time
Dreaming about your star studded career
Pretending that you didn't have a fear
Of rejection.
But once again
In the end
All that matters is perfection.