Well now we go and get re-mastered

Like a singer song writer wrestling with a classic

But who’s the boss of all of this now?

Did you think about that when you got yourself strapped down and to this plow? And I bet that’s a no; but on you can go

Dig your ditches and smoke your pack a day, while you’re on your break, it was probably a mistake. Or was it likely a typo

Something you could have never known

Even though...oh, everyone was, saying it loudly

And you stood by your choice so proudly

Just so bastardized in every sense of the word

And now like a writer, a singer, a musical inventor

You got yourself re-mastered and then all re-worded, it may seem different but it's the same melody you thought you thwarted, or sorted out

But now it’s just the same , just a brand new name

Though at least this time, it was your choice

You gained a win, but lost your voice

You stand apart and want to rejoice

But you keep having to defend the noise (defend the noise, with no voice)

How is this any better?

How is this any better?

How is this any better?

Tell me. I’ll be waiting.