antipunk

His white collar job doesn't suit him anymore.
He wants to vomit life upon the floor.
He stares off into space, "hmm, how do I save face?"

Its a realization! That happiness is fraud...
"When I'm happy I feel like... something is wrong"
"Like its been a lie, all, along..."

He's sick and tired of cubed in walls!
Bored to death of pointless calls!
Strung out all day long...and he just wants more...

He just wants something, worth living for, dieing for, believing in...
Its a story book with an unhappy end...
Is it to late to stop the sin? Can he fill the void within?

So its throw down your pencils! Pick up your pitchforks!
Grab up the torches! Cause we're burning it down!

Its the darkest of nights, so lets light up this town!
We'll tear it to the ground, Fight for the crown!
Kill as we laugh, like criminal clowns!

Evolution at its peak, selection of the fittest, annihilate the weak!
Its natures law! Can or Can't! Do or Die! Stand Up and Fight!

Stand Up and Fight! For anything for any reason for any cause.
Believe in something, believe in nothing, living can feel so wrong...