LIFT YOUR SPIRITS, RAISE YOUR FISTS

I hate living this lie, watching the days fly by. I hate living just to die. I can't understand why, why we sit and deny that there's a problem here to rectify.

We need to unify and stand up high. We're supposed to be the ones with our heads on right? Whoever said punks about not caring it's a lie. Giving up?I thought punks never say die.

Rise up! Get up! Fight with your actions not with your threats. Rise up! Get up! Spitting in the wind doesn't keep you ahead. Rise up! Get up! ..., and a unified scene will cry out... PUNKS NOT DEAD!

The paint on your leathers is fading, along with your hopes and dreams. Your little punk rock scene is not always what it seems. We've lost the motivation to pursue, but are we gonna let society overcome me and you? There's still time to leave it you want to.