Fuzzy Metal

We're the ones that got it all broken,
Builders of the most narrow cells,
Below any reachable limit.

We're the ones that have melted, day by day,
The previous idols, then made them smaller,
Lovable and handy.

We're the ones that have made metal fuzzy
Available to softer ears,
Redy to be bought.

We're the ones that sprayed glitters on top
Of your grafitti,making it more
Cosy for the female passers-by.

We're the ones that have killed the songs,
Then, we made the industry of funeral flowers florish.
We speak fuzzy metal,
Only language,
or so to speak...