What's a season of love if you can't win anything
What's the reason in love if a plan means anything
What's the meaning in love, it's a crime if anything
Where's the meaning in love, it's a crime, it's a brand
How a culture comes to forget, it's a plan of yesterday
And you swear it's not a trend, doesn't matter anyway
There's no need to talk to friends, nothing new is everyday
You could #### upon the stage, they'll be fans
They'll be fans
They'll be fans
They'll be fans
All the kids will eat it up, if it's packaged properly
Steal a sound and imitate, uniform and equally
Not an ode, just the facts, where our world is nowadays
An idea is what we lack, it doesn't matter anyways