you walk around with your dyed green hair,
sport your misfitfs and casualties patches,
beacuse you wont look quit punk without them.
flip off the stars
spit at the strips.
wipe away the blood from your latest
avoidable fight.
get wasted
fall into the pit
pass out and forget about this shit:
you hate your violence,
you hate your fake friends.
you hate that you know your only a trend.
it was never about this was it?
peace......noncomformity....
your lifestyle and values
are shot all to hell.
just like the rest of the world.
so much for noncomformity
is this your ideal of beauty?
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