: Bash us on your message boards. Talk shit in your fucking cliques. Act like the "better person" because you don't know where we're coming from.
: Don't put your hand near my mouth while I'm eating or you're loosing a finger. Vegan, bloodmouth, it doesn't matter. Eat what you call fun on a
: Fuck fake race cars, and fuck their drivers. Their driving me insane. Parking lots filled with trash justifying wasted cash. Your life is a fucking
: Sucked into another pointless debate about stupid shit to which I can't relate. Apathy's in and I'm blocking you out. Because I've got better shit
: I hope when you reach the top you fall and fucking die. Talk the talk. Dress the same. Your act's a fucking lie. Bullshited. Prepackaged. Predictable
: I could have just made a new friend but this record session just wouldn't end. You force conversation every day. Shut your mouth. Get the fuck
: Inside jokes that I don't get making me despise your crew. When the bands aren't playing it sounds like I'm at a fucking zoo. Not funny or amusing.
: But what's on the inside doesn't matter. Ripped to shreads.
: Phish and skateboarding is an oxymoron. A rolling disgrace. A slap in the face. A fucking eyesore. I clench my fists because you take no risks
: Remembering the days of not too long ago. Up at 1. Jerking off 4 times a day. Sitting on the couch and watching my ass grow. Where the fuck did
: Did you hear about the new trend? Wearing your hair like an asshole is what's in. Eyeshadow, nailpolish, tight black clothes make me want to stomp
: Let Satan flow through your veins. You fuck.
bad poetry spews from a glossy insert. What the fuck am I reading? A Shakespearean sonnet 20 pages long or the words of a three chord hardcore song
: Jesus Christ was nailed to the X but that doesn't mean heaven after true 'til death. I won't support nonsense so I won't support you. When you stage
: Started out as honest dudes, even though your music sucked. Then somewhere along the lines your sense of morals became corrupt. Now you're playing
: I go for the mosh. You go for something else. With your wealth of hardcore knowledge and your lack of dancefloor pride. Hardcore nerds, we salute
: Punk rock and fashion go together like flies and shit. So we'll always be wondering if our outfit's a hit. But there are a few fucks in the scene
: They say that a mind is a terrible thing to waste, and I hate wastes. But I can't stop sitting around as my mind turns to shit, and I don't care. All
