Leila Lewis vs. Jillian Michaels (I'll probably get flagged for this)

 

Yelling at Empty Seats

VERSE 1

You’re not owed an audience

And we’re not fucking idiots

Shouting in an empty venue

Isn’t on our college menu

Fuck your so called “big ideas”

There’s no sense in fighting us

Racist trash and sexist garbage

Spoken by obvious con artists

CHORUS

Yelling at empty seats

About what you believe

What will it achieve?

Who will you deceive?

VERSE 2

Yelling at invisible drag queens

Transgender males in their teens

Black Lives Matter protestors

And human rights protectors

Yelling at people not even there

We stayed home in case you care

Your talking points bore us to tears

Try spreading hope instead of fear

CHORUS

Yelling at empty seats

About what you believe

What will it achieve?

Who will you deceive?

PRE-VERSE

Let me ask you a philosophical question

VERSE 3

If you shout and nobody cares

Were you even fucking there?

Do you go on a verbal tear

And picture everyone in underwear?

When you break the fourth wall

Do you need to give mommy a call?

If only there was someone to answer

But we’re busy avoiding your banter

EXTENDED CHORUS

Yelling at empty seats

About what you believe

What will it achieve?

Who will you deceive?

Yelling at empty rows

Purple-in-the-face prose

Save it, we already know

Same shit, different show

Is That What It Takes?

VERSE 1

No one in this world is untouchable

Even less people are bulletproof

Turning that shit up to eleven

It’s what it takes to smash the glass roof

CHORUS

Is that what it takes to get some fame?

To use the power hungry’s names in vain?

Is that what it takes to climb the ladder?

To be slicker than a load of baby batter?

Is that what it takes to cash my checks?

To be more offensive than bestial sex?

You ignore the rest of my achievements

Gaze into the microscope at my demons!

VERSE 2

If I would have known this years ago

I’d have my own internet radio show

Spewing off at the mouth like dragon fire

While faceless callers label me a liar

CHORUS

Is that what it takes to get some fame?

To use the power hungry’s names in vain?

Is that what it takes to climb the ladder?

To be slicker than a load of baby batter?

Is that what it takes to cash my checks?

To be more offensive than bestial sex?

You ignore the rest of my achievements

Gaze into the microscope at my demons!

VERSE 3

I could apologize until the end of time

I could pay off that heavy ass fine

Drop to my knees and beg you, “Please”

It wouldn’t be enough to wash off the sleaze

You never apologized for your own sins

Throw your death threats in the rubbish bin

Everyone around you is a precious snowflake

The news of your hypocrisy must be so fake

CHORUS

Is that what it takes to get some fame?

To use the power hungry’s names in vain?

Is that what it takes to climb the ladder?

To be slicker than a load of baby batter?

Is that what it takes to cash my checks?

To be more offensive than bestial sex?

You ignore the rest of my achievements

Gaze into the microscope at my demons!

FINAL VERSE

For whatever it’s worth on this scorching earth

I apologize for the very idea of my birth

I don’t mean it, but neither do you

Keep on screaming until your face is blue

Vilification

On my Deviant Art page, I told everyone that I was going to do a blog entry on author vilification and mentioned that Stephen Chbosky wasn’t vilified himself. I was wrong. Dead wrong. The main complaint about “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” was the way the author portrayed teen sex and drug use. He made it sound so prolific that it normalized it in a way. Well, I hate to break it to his critics, but that book they’re complaining about is a cult classic. It’s been that way since its publication in 1999. But even though he’s riding a hype train that isn’t going to derail anytime soon, I’m sure Mr. Chbosky would love to get away from it all and let the dust settle. I’m sure there are authors out there who would love to do the same if they’ve generated too much controversy. Controversy isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but when it makes your anxiety level rise beyond normalcy, then you’re knee deep in shit. There are several things you can do if you as an author are vilified and it’s ruining your life. Firstly, it doesn’t hurt to stay away from the internet for a few days until the dust settles. If you’ve got a Twitter account, it may blow up with hateful remarks. If you’ve got a DA account like I do, it may also blow up with a nuclear strike of loathing. The dust will eventually settle and the wave of comments will sooner or later become old news. When that time comes, do not under any circumstances Google your name. I made this mistake when I Googled by Deviant Art username at the time Cybador and found a hideout, I repeat, a hideout of trolls in a website called Portal of Evil. Behind my back, they’d been trashing my drawings of animal warriors and for the next few days, I had a combination of depression and anger going on. There were times when I felt like I didn’t need a DA account anymore, especially in December of 2009 when I was vilified for an educational black comedy routine I wrote called “Class of ‘13”. I wish I could have taken my own advice of staying away from the computer for a few days. It would have brought the combat level and heartache to a bare minimum, that’s for sure. Thankfully, I’ve had many years of peace and quiet ever since those bad days and it continues to be that way. I hope you, the controversial author, can find your own peace simply by abstaining from internet combat. It’s not worth it. Take it from me. I’m battle-tested, but brokenhearted.

　

***LYRICS OF THE DAY***

“I feel like running away. I’m still so far from home. You say that I’ll never change, but what the fuck do you know? I’ll burn it all to the ground before I let you win. Please forgive me. I can’t forgive you now. I remember everything.”

-Five Finger Death Punch singing “Remember Everything”-