i no longer know what to think, confusion has pushed me to the brink, disrespect, your actions sting. you have changed everything don't know what to
take back our sound, take back our money, take back our scene from this corporate oligarchy demand free music, reject the standards they impose, download
shovel on the sarcasm and hide behind the irony, sincerity's never been more out of fashion it's easier to make a joke than to make a difference, it'
you always say save the planet, you really mean save yourself, don't care about the environment, just your own predicament as if the world would die,
i'm so sick of hearing how you just can't get along, without chugging beer like a human beer bong resigned to the fact that you're already a goner, your
i been watching you for a decade now and i think i got authority to say, i think i know what you're all about you fashion punks can all just go away
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i wanna kill this antiquated centralized distribution model, i don't wanna get fucked anymore by this status quo some coddle don't let fear keep us bound
i need something for my lunch, gotta have a real big crunch, gotta have a cheap price tag, gimme a fucking pickle in a bag pickle in a bag, eat it juice
sitting with my holes unchecked i take on water till i bloat, as i list i idly wonder will i sink or just explode take my girl take my world take my
wake up each morning eye drops for red eye, hit the snooze button just five minutes more a shit and a shower a nutrigrain wheat bar, wake up all over
at first it was we feared the police, stay in line, get on your knees, Scared of their use of weaponry and malicious brutality then it was the cops feared
fry, exploit displace weaken decay, start up the ftaa assault deploy attack invade, let's repeal roe v. wade, think write guess plan, least we still have greenspan
dropped we all get fried come on boys and girls, sing along, ok? well there's a punk in the alley and he's looking for a fight, an [overprivileged] on
fucking rock CD got it come on buck get out of the closet
it breeds contentment for the lower classes, like marx said, it's the opiate of the masses we don't bow down to religious fascists, they can kiss our
her feelings have mixed up in her head, only one week has passed since they met now she wakes up in his bed knowing it's a morning she won't forget she
stage dive steel toes first blood sprays as a nose is crushed, boot to head to fist to chest the one left standing is the one who moshed best shirt off