Staind - Chapter V
Liam McGrady 08/08/2005
“I've got some imperfections, but how can you collect them all and throw them in my face?” (from 'Right Here').
Well, Mr bald-headed Staind man, it's quite easy; you do it like this:
Your band disgusts me. You know fine well that the faux-Metal/Thrash type bollocks you peddle is average and workmanlike at best; but you also know that by knocking this crap out, with lyrics like “You, in your shell/Are you waiting for someone to rescue you from yourself”, you can sell it to hundreds and thousands of disenchanted teens who don't know any better and will buy into anything high on heavy, lumpen guitars and forced, superficial anthemic gurning, yet low on passion and real emotion.
Yep, that's right, I said real emotion. Oh yeah you like to fool these poor disillusioned kids with your strained, frankly sickening - over the top with pretend anguish - vocals, but there are plenty of us that see straight through you and your fellow partners in crime(s against music).
So carry on with your calculating deception if you want. I hope you feel good as the money comes rolling in from flogging your pathetic, vacuous excuse for a rock record, because it's not going to last. Sooner rather than later these people, who's needy and gullible nature's you're taking advantage of, will realise how utterly terrible and contrived your music really is. You know it and I know it.
The clock is ticking baldy; and I can't wait till times up.