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hey you, fucking scenester diva on junk fashion punk ex-believer arty apathetic so pathetic i heart my scener back-stander never-dancer way too cool for this band-er sleight-of-hander over-stander looking down at us from grandeur privileged and white just like the rest of us without the desire to see the effects of this why? you've got it made punk rock gets you laid you love the scene the scene alone your friends are all just stepping stones and as soon as you make it to the next crowd that's in you'll fucking walk all over them you're no different than those high school pricks who beat us up because we dress like this social mercenary ordinary alternative elite vaguely invoking words like "autonomy" you think it means your right to do whatever the fuck you want no matter who gets hurt, no matter what the cost some of us still want to fight but you've gotten over that you laugh at what we try to make, you say be happy with what we have. happy with nothing but a music scene full of rich white spoiled kids? where no one looks out for their friends and boys treat girls like shit? happy with making out, crushes, and crushed pills? this isn't middle school anymore. Letras de cancioneshappy to sit complacent while they start another war? fuck no! we won't give in or listen to their lies we will never let them win, we see through your disguise you're terrified and lonely, it's written in your eyes you've forsaken your ideals cuz you've been hurt so many times and you bought their myth of fences, cuz they told you you'd be safe they sold you separation while you were shopping for escape you're not free, you're only licensed you're not good, you're well-behaved they promised to solve your teenage crisis with things that they taught you to crave so if you're so lonely you feel sick maybe you're not the one to blame maybe they've got you where they want you dreamless, hopeless, and the same do you ever wonder why the saddest songs can make you feel alive? is it because the words remind you you're not the only one who cries? well it doesn't have to be like this there's still time to turn around we are waiting here to help you tear those fences to the ground and take you in with open arms acknowledge histories replace silence and ironic charm with solidarity we don't fault you for who you are or what you have become it's not to late, we can repair the damage that's been done we're building something different i don't care what it's called but it starts with two hands touching through the cracks within the wall From Letras Mania