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I planted seeds in a flooded soil, Roots grew up, but the vultures coil. They don't want fruit, just shadows and fame, A shining epitaph to sell with their name. I screamed, "Don’t follow me," but they opened a tour, Sold tickets for grief and pain, wanting more. My blood turned to ink, contracts, and labels, And the fake friends? They're doing far more stable. I hate money, but they made me a coin, I was fire and ashes, now I'm a label, destroyed. The scream is dead, but the fake copy survives, Making fortunes in the elite’s high dives. Dave, I saw, you adapted real well, Now you’re America’s darling as well. The same system we tried to break, Gave you a Grammy and a phone ad stake. I screamed, "Don’t follow me," but they opened a tour, Sold tickets for grief and pain, wanting more. My blood turned to ink, contracts, and labels, And the fake friends? They're doing far more stable. I hate money, but they made me a coin, I was fire and ashes, now I'm a label, destroyed. The scream is dead, but the fake copy survives, Making fortunes in the elite’s high dives. Congrats, Dave, the stage is yours, Rock turned into a soap opera, once more. Hate your life, but love the product, Let your dream die packaged and secured, Completely indifferent to the world’s cure, Now adapted to a hollow pile of profit, While forgetting the cause we once brought it. I asked for justice, they gave me consumption, Made a protest, now it’s an ad assumption. And those who claimed they understood my pain? They’re singing and smiling on a talk show train. "Better to burn out than to fade away," But you only lit the fire to warm your day. #music #rock #kurt #cobain #kurtcobain #nirvana #tributekurtcobain #welovekurtcobain