When's it okay to sympathize an advocate for genocide? When'd it become the norm to feed dirty water to the poor? Let's base all our blames on fear and xenophobia. We don't want the truth it won't matter when we're gone. The boomers had their chance now it's time for the door. The problems of today aren't their's anymore. We have a new teacher in this age of information. All give rise to a new punk nation. They closed the beaches for themselves don't worry we'll remember They locked up the poor for herbs but let go Brock Turner The toleration of wrong doings isn't where I stand Now we're all here to try and make a stand The boomers had their chance now it's time for the door. The problems of today aren't their's anymore. We have a new teacher in this age of information. All give rise to a new punk nation. The boomers had their chance now it's time for the door. The problems of today aren't their's anymore. We have a new teacher in this age of information. All give rise to a new punk nation.

The lines on the floor I care about more, than the lines on the screen in front of me four hours left, two thousand words What's it to me? Maybe I should sleep... What's a letter mean to me... I'm addicted to the bean how many shots? There's no night or day, only this page, It's as blank as my mind. I must, I must escape, away, away from this city... Maybe I should sleep... What's a letter mean to me... I'm addicted to the bean how many shots?

I say I say go away they say they say they will stay We don't want hate or bigotry here there's no place for you now just go I say I say go away they say they say they will stay The racist hate and chants don't belong there's no place for you here just go I say I say go away They say they say they will stay They brought their torches but we blew them out There's no place for you here now just go Don't look don't stop you just go Don't look don't stop you just go Don't look don't stop you just go Don't look don't stop you just go DOn't look don't stop you just go

Punks are nice! Punks are nice! Hey! Punks are nice! Punks are nice! Hey! Punks are nice! Punks are nice! Hey! Punks are nice! Punks are nice! Hey! They're nice now.

Is that all you have to say? All old things must pass away? From ashes to ashes and dust to dust, let it be, let it rust. But there's some things that have grown a part of me I can't let go I'll pack it up and put it away In a black box for another day I'm alive... Not dead yet... Dying... But not dead yet... My Black box has plenty of room Plenty of space to add things to Put it in and shut the lid Open it up when I'm dead My past seems to not let go of me I'll cut it off let it be I'll move past, but won't start again I'm gonna see this life to the end I'm alive... Not dead yet... Dying... But not dead yet... I'm not dead I'm surely alive, this box doesn't open until I die, if you want it to. Only if you want it to. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, let it be, let it rust away now. Rust away. I'm not dead I'm surely alive, this box doesn't open until I die, if you want it to. Only if you want it to. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, let it be, let it rust away now. Rust away. I know I'm dying but for now I'm alive I'll live it I will try for now. And now, I'll live for the now Not dead yet. Still Alive.

They say that I'm nihilistic, I'd like to think that I'm optimistic. MY peerspective is a social abnormality Not accepting everything that is fed to me. I'm not alright. (Alright!) I'm not alright. (Alright!) I'm not alright. (Alright!) I'm not alright. (Alright!) But I'm alive! It may seem I'm masochistic Because I want to change statistics My goals may seem simplistic But you see life's sadistic I'm not alright. (Alright!) I'm not alright. (Alright!) I'm not alright. (Alright!) I'm not alright. (Alright!) But I'm alive! I'm not alright. (Alright!) I'm not alright. (Alright!) I'm not alright. (Alright!) I'm not alright. (Alright!) But I'm alive!

Welcome to a world of enduring absolution A telling sign of telling times of endless infruition lack of pollination now decline of population Now we're on our way: destination desolation I can feel it in my bones, my shaking hands look into my eyes and see Welcome to world that was formed by society A breath taking view of a future normality Never-ending roads built by muncinipality To pollinate the world we need new morality Welcome to a wolrd that will never wake There are no more fossils left for us to come and take The only consistency is the constelations Now we're on our way destination desolation I can feel it in my bones, my shaking hands look into my eyes and see Welcome to world that was formed by society A breath taking view of a future normality Never-ending roads built by muncinipality To pollinate the world we need new morality I can feel it in my bones, my shaking hands Tell me it's not true please say We Won't Live In a World That's devoid of evolution It's time to pick up arms and prepare for revolution Now we stand together, we'll show them our voice It's time to come together because now we have no choice I feel it in my bones my shaking hands tell me it's not true and see We Won't Live In a World That's devoid of evolution It's time to pick up arms and prepare for revolution Now we stand together, we'll show them our voice It's time to come together because now we have no choice A world of no hope is not a world that I call mine It's not too late not too late we still have the time Prevent a future crisis by using common sense When you fail to act you lose all your innocence

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new bluejeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on, a drunk Oh mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one

A city made of stone Over shadowed by the hills The river keeps flowing in No one going out Red lights begin to glow There's a world underground What does the city do for them? Just a new coat of paint The blind don't seem to care What color the roads are The roads all lead the same Never far away Some cry out in fear Some cry out in joy The rain never stops We'll drown here I can't seem to get away get away from here I can't seem to get away get away from here I'll disappear... I'll climb out of here... It's not enough to know Anyone can fall Get up on their own But not all want to go Who's to judge their worth? That's not for me you know I'll learn to swim I won't drown here I can't seem to get away get away from here I can't seem to get away get away from here I'll disappear... I'll climb out of here... I can't seem to get away get away from here I can't seem to get away get away from here I'll disappear... I won't drown here...