I'm standing here watching the party die

Caught myself reflecting, times have changed, the craft has been commodified

But it's too late to say my goodbyes

I've been in this game too long, to quit would make my soul flatline

Kendrick told us all what to do

But most of us don't have the skills or motivation to see it through

And I could stay complacent, sit back and enjoy the view

But I'd rather stand up, partake in starting anew

They ask me, what's the point if there's no one there to hear it

But when they ask I see some cracks in their spirit

They ask me, how will you make enough to hold the fort

But that question doesn't help when the world is on life support

The body's still running, but the brain is dead

Cause the empirical poisons have gotten to its head

These days it's all about results, practicality a drug

But sometimes it's practical when it's our minds that we debug

I've talked to people who never learned self-expression

And it explains a lot about when they go wrong

They've never drawn a picture or written a song

And that silence can lead to an inevitable depression

Music is the best way I've found to cope

The skills I've spent a decade building help me get my feelings out

I can bounce back when I'm in a world of doubt

And it should give not just me but the rest of the world hope

But instead of those outlets, people find a different way

Without creativity, their minds are led astray

They can't think about art without some assistance

They can't see substance without taking a substance

And the industry has only been fueling this problem

Labels don't background check or test who they put on them

Their so-called greats glorify materialism and crime

And it causes not just souls, but also bodies to flatline

But it's not just rap that's getting people high

My usual scene, EDM, some of us are doing the same

Some say you can't enjoy techno without LSD

Or hyperpop ain't complete without smoking weed

What happened to the music I used to love? This got me hurt

Why do we act like you have to not be sober to judge worth

I always thought enhancement via substance sounded lame

You should be able to feel the craft with a clear mind

So it's time for a new war on drugs I'm declaring

We need to cleanse our canvas, flush away all these toxins

I shouldn't have to say this, this problem should be clearing

But the people only see distortions at which they can't stop staring

Their vision under the influence, they put it in their songs

Saturating the market with fantasies that are all wrong

And the algorithms drown me, got me feeling hypoxic

The time to bring back realness is now, it's taken way too long

I want you to think about when you'll take your last breath

Have you done something worthwhile yet, or will it all just be regret

Think about how many creations you brought out from your head

And if you leave something behind at the end of your time

I'll be staying with the party if we come to its death

But the preferable outcome would be a hard reset

And I hope I can help someone realize where we've been led

Because after 10 years I fucking feel like the music might just