The more I shut it out the harder it comes back I'm sick and tired of always feeling under attack and I don't know about you but I don't care about
Punk is dead, punk is dead I peed on it's ugly head and if punk's not dead let's kill it please pass the cheese.
We always sit around with our thumbs up our ass ain't going nowhere too caught up in the past easy to commiserate and break your heart again leave
A love that is hidden does more than hate to trample the flowers in the garden of fate I feel you destroy all you create a thousand hours spent laughing
You've got all the right patches, none of your records have scratches. You've been to all the hip shows and you're wearing just the right clothes. And
She got so stressed from all the nonsense she tried to look the other way she said that life is like a never ending cycle and she's gonna break free
What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing? Can't you tell that your tie's too wide? Maybe I should buy some old tab collars? Welcome back to the
I'm surrounded by Idiots everyday Frustrated by the games that people play Confused by what the t.v says I need Lost in space and ugly too people act
When what I'm building for tomorrow comes crashing down today and what I put my effort into falls apart anyway when the seed I planted dies and my
Always when your body cries always when you satisfy society-dictated addicted reaction this satisfaction rules your life again and again helpless forced
Philosophizing with this smiling of brightness you are living silent in the same way little less than the people you hate feeling great about the things
Laugh you strike down my attempt and say not what I really want to say things I say are too easy to take all I can try is to set you thinking unfortunately
Devour the credulity it will feed mechanical lies divided feelings inside create self-made honesty now laugh repress them all reduce the choir to one
The room is dark and impressive her mouth will always be shut she suffers day after day of things he "did in love" in love he beats her up in love he
Diary I kept on days of Fiery love was a kind of Donory thing after my Recovery Really my illness cause was Loneliness. Since I met my Fairy I didn'