Abstract Story
This Is Just A PunkRock Song
"Written for the people who can see something is wrong"
"Fuck it " The air contains the sound of the raspy voice, noise pollution to the air.
After taking one last drag of her ciggar, she throws it to the pavement with disgust marching over it, stamping on her addiction with her boots.
Ready ? Get in, walk, tumbling down the others, walk through a mess a mass of waste and youth. Drink one last shot from that bottle of yours. Stay steady all you can, push the crowd from your path, and go forward, down your abstract mind.
"Like ants in a factory we do our share"
Wasted youth, young lost souls seek for a future among the crowd of punks, but you have been through the pain and you have met the anger. You have experienced the blood boiling in your veins, and the fury blinding your sight. You have spit over past, and you are ready to stand on your own. New minds grow into old minds. Grow into lifeless corspes, flod of purposes and ilusions, became the ghost of their long lost dreams.. No future.
So you walk through the place, and you step through their graves. Moshing around see nothing, but fate. Loose the perspective, loose your health..
Yet you ignore the needy, for they stand in your way,and you keep pushing on, step by step, kick the bum trash in your way.
Just sing your punkrock song. Puke the need, puke the care, puke the state...
Keep pushing for freedom, keep pushing for dreams, keep pushing for escape, as the needle pulses the vein. Lay in a restroom floor, throw your head back, back to the infame mess of sick lives. Back! Back! Back!
Stand on your own just to escape this wasted youth.
The fucking youth, the fucking youth is no big ass new.
Puke your mind out a microphone, because well in the end, this is just a punk rock song...
Just a gutter with sick orgies all around, but hey! we are running out of time!
And Fuck, fuck and fuck everybody who dare meet your damning gaze. This the riot of my life. Come and diss all the scras.
Scream! the windows shall be brought down with that scene you make love to, and this? This is just a punk rock song, but the pigs hit our guts, and wear the authority guns.
Yet you do what you want, and you think what you please, while been dragged through the scene, with handcuffs, and needles.Maybe you are really it, but tonight you shall just scream for the freedom and the chaos.
KAOS the one word you shall scream to death while sharing bloody vomit and kneeling on your space, the badge of disgrace pinned on the front of your face.
Bite this sickness for yourself and run into tonight a drunk body running away from tonight, tonight. The riot of my life, but my dear fuck, will I really change the world?
This is just a punkrock song written for the ones about to change the world.
"Written for the people who can see something is wrong"
"Fuck it " The air contains the sound of the raspy voice, noise pollution to the air.
After taking one last drag of her ciggar, she throws it to the pavement with disgust marching over it, stamping on her addiction with her boots.
Ready ? Get in, walk, tumbling down the others, walk through a mess a mass of waste and youth. Drink one last shot from that bottle of yours. Stay steady all you can, push the crowd from your path, and go forward, down your abstract mind.
"Like ants in a factory we do our share"
Wasted youth, young lost souls seek for a future among the crowd of punks, but you have been through the pain and you have met the anger. You have experienced the blood boiling in your veins, and the fury blinding your sight. You have spit over past, and you are ready to stand on your own. New minds grow into old minds. Grow into lifeless corspes, flod of purposes and ilusions, became the ghost of their long lost dreams.. No future.
So you walk through the place, and you step through their graves. Moshing around see nothing, but fate. Loose the perspective, loose your health..
Yet you ignore the needy, for they stand in your way,and you keep pushing on, step by step, kick the bum trash in your way.
Just sing your punkrock song. Puke the need, puke the care, puke the state...
Keep pushing for freedom, keep pushing for dreams, keep pushing for escape, as the needle pulses the vein. Lay in a restroom floor, throw your head back, back to the infame mess of sick lives. Back! Back! Back!
Stand on your own just to escape this wasted youth.
The fucking youth, the fucking youth is no big ass new.
Puke your mind out a microphone, because well in the end, this is just a punk rock song...
Just a gutter with sick orgies all around, but hey! we are running out of time!
And Fuck, fuck and fuck everybody who dare meet your damning gaze. This the riot of my life. Come and diss all the scras.
Scream! the windows shall be brought down with that scene you make love to, and this? This is just a punk rock song, but the pigs hit our guts, and wear the authority guns.
Yet you do what you want, and you think what you please, while been dragged through the scene, with handcuffs, and needles.Maybe you are really it, but tonight you shall just scream for the freedom and the chaos.
KAOS the one word you shall scream to death while sharing bloody vomit and kneeling on your space, the badge of disgrace pinned on the front of your face.
Bite this sickness for yourself and run into tonight a drunk body running away from tonight, tonight. The riot of my life, but my dear fuck, will I really change the world?
This is just a punkrock song written for the ones about to change the world.
thaaanks :]
Dumbfuck, June 2nd, 2007 at 11:04:22pm
I love how you wrote it, the style.
its great. I love it.
:]
Miss Misfit, June 2nd, 2007 at 11:00:30pm
Hmmmm...
That was...
Very very awesome.
eh?, May 27th, 2007 at 08:58:40pm