Passion Of The Punk I’ve seen, the shape of punks to come But just what will it take for them to go To a show No more energy, no more inspiration, only desperation rotting out what’s left of my core And throughout my innocence, it doesn’t make any sense, to hold onto what’s left Of this feeling, I could have been, someone better and something so much more I have to be meant for, something better than this No more unity, just frequent isolation, bad scenes that can’t be cut out from the feature Of telling the story, of our broken, disappearing and lonely lives through songs Dear God, please tell me that I’m wrong Punk rock took my life And gave it a purpose Punk rock changed my life But was it all worth it, I don’t know But I’ve heard the utter bullshit, spread just like the gospel truth And just like following a bad religion, is can only separate and exploit our youth Until all that’s left of the underground, is what’s buried in the past And the looming day our sins come back to haunt us, for our unrepentant Black Mass No more difference, between the variations, of salvation and damnation, but the answer’s in the question, of why I play, the music that I, create and I love The music that I love Just because I’m not good enough Doesn’t mean that I’m giving up It just means that I’ve got such a long way left to go Even if it takes a lifelong sacrifice And the loss of everyone’s faith in me over time I still have to believe in this passion haunting my body, the light that ignites this fire I call my soul
Posted on: Sun, 27 Oct 2013 02:30:12 +0000
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