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We've Got the Bullets, Let's Make Some Holes

It feels like I've been breathing in forever,
Waiting for something, waiting for anything.
Someone told me there's progress through protest,
So this is my protest against the scene.
I will never bow to them.
Waiting for true hearts.
They are vampires sucking the life out of everything good.
Soon their fangs will be ripping into your flesh.
Hold onto your words and stake their hearts.
Let's put punk rock back in the right hands...
Those hands, the ones with the passion.
Keep them clean.
We're all breaking promises that we never even knew we made.
This self-perpetuating scene is pushing ideas into shallow graves.
So fire one red shot into the blue/black heart of this beast,
and take it back to the start.
Or dig it's cemetary plot.
I'm burying my heros.
Who fucking needs them?