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Step One: Establish Command Presence

Your pour these feelings from your synthetic heart.
I can't take your word.
You've ruinied punk rock.
You get your beliefs through mass appeal,
Why don't you think for yourself?!
Conform to the scene,
Get the right hairstyle,
What a fucking joke.
You've lost the passion...
You never had it.
I don't need you.
We don't need you.
This revolution doesn't need you or your kind.
Get the fuck out or wake the fuck up!