DESCRIPTION:
"The Unscene" by Haster

From the album "The Current Sea", out now via Musicarchy Meida

Download the song here: http://ow.ly/UrokD

Site: http://www.Hastermusic.com
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/the-current-sea/1046023438
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Produced By - Rude Boy Pictures & Haster
www.rudeboypictures.com

Video Credits:
Directed, Shot and Edited - William F. Reed

Satan/Record Exec - Dedeker Winston
Produced By: Haster, Rude Boy Pictures, William F. Reed
Co-Produced by Jen Buffo

Visual Effects - Shane Holloway
Camera Operator - Sean Leonard
Grip/Gaffer - Michael Richman
Makeup - Sarah Morales
Production Assistant - Angelica Gau

Copyright by Haster @2015 BMI
Musicarchy Media @2015
All Rights Reserved

"The Unscene" Lyrics:

They put you in a cage,
Incorporate.
Now the music maker takes,
A penny wage.
Passive instability:
When work is free,
Artists turn to worker bees,
Slapped away by their queen.

She'll seal the deal on her knees,
This contract states your loyalty,
Her sex appeal makes us week...
Sign on the line!

Hey you- what you gonna do?
When she's down on her knees,
And she's ready to please you?
Stay true- do what you gotta do:
Throw her out on the street.

Doctor resuscitate,
We lost the patient.
Lack of monetary gain,
The player's played now.
Lost amongst the other graves,
And the label,
say they need their payment, wait?
When does pay come to me?

She'll seal the deal on her knees.
Then suck you dry until you leave,
Then once you leave you're nothing:
You signed the line!

Hey you- what you gonna do?
When she's down on her knees and she's ready to please you?
Stay true- do what you gotta do:
Throw her out on the street.
I'll tell you, Hey you- what you gonna do?
When she's down on her knees and she's ready to please you?
Stay true- do what you gotta do:
Throw her out on the street.

Tell me, what's the price of the entry?
If it's not free,
I won't be seen.
Empty,
Audience seats,
Pay-to-play- no green.
There's no scene,
Unless the dope fiends,
Proceed,
To take that E and hit that EDM show.
West Coast who the fuck do we play for?
Let's go, we'll hit that road that we crave for.
It's paid for,
By the fucking label!

Stay away from Southern California!
Stay away from the City of Angels!
Stay away from Southern California!
Stay away from the City of Angels!