Death Of The New Wave

I can resist everything except temptation.
Tempters are tempted.

Death of the new wave.
Unoriginal theft.
Wait, i’m out of breath.
Amplify your head.
It’s time to think again.

Intellectuals invent syllables
And drag their knuckles across pages of novels.

Boom chick-a-boom.
This is the march of the new wave