Jonathan Plevyak - American Idols

Lock the people up
Throw away the key
Pour gasoline
On the rebel wannabes
Investigate the masses
Through a peephole on their phones
Empty all their pockets
Replace em all with drones

What’re you good for if you don’t bow down?
Kiss the ring that gave you the thorns in your crown

Can’t put me away
Like I’m a bad disciple
I won’t bow down
To your American idols

Hollywood’s on fire
Stars are burning out
They scold you from their castles
Fill their pools till there’s a drought
Impress an algorithm
Look baby you’re a star
Living to go viral
O how we’vе come so far
What’re you good for if you don’t sell out?
Kiss thе ring that gave you the thorns in your crown

Can’t put me away
Like I’m a bad disciple
I won’t bow down
To your American idols
Can’t put me away
Like I’m a bad disciple
I won’t bow down
To your American idols