Traitors to the Scene - GrooVenoM

You can call us traitors to the scene

While you stand in the first row, yet

Seven strings, Techno-Beats, Singing clean

The worst nightmare of true metalheads

The pure sale of your soul

You can show us your scorn

But first show us your bills

Betrayal of the scene-rules

You can dislike us as long

As you donʻt admit

We donʻt deny our roots

We outgrew them

We do not copy trends

We create it

We stand here cause we wanted it that way

No oneʻs forcing you to stay

Obey the words we say

And pay our rent until decay

You can call us traitors to the scene

While you stand in the first row, yet

Seven strings, Techno-Beats, Singing clean

The worst nightmare of true metalheads

Dance to the Sound of Commerce

And be sure it canʻt get worse

Cause we honestly confess

That we want to reach the mass

We donʻt need any fans

Cause our Haters fill the ranks

Watching us celebrate

Every fucking note we play

We are beyond you

We get up — you fall

See how your scapegoat

Is overtaking all

This is a fucking New Wave of Mainstream

A middlefinger to this spineless scene!

Dance to the Sound of Commerce

And be sure it canʻt get worse

Cause we honestly confess

That we want to reach the mass

We donʻt need any fans

Cause our Haters fill the ranks

Watching us celebrate

Every fucking note we play