Diving Lines

So busy picking holes in our skin

That stretches tight to keep us all in

When what we thought were eternal friends

Have disappeared from the scene

Or changed their habits to fit themselves

We begin to see what it means

To be choosing something outside the rules

That no one sets, but we follow

Demanding leaders and food for thought

And it's getting harder to swallow

Meanwhile the police and the tax demands

Are coming in harder than ever

We're raising our fists, but we're not joining hands

For fear of being seen together

With people in the same mentality

But differently aligned

We got straight-edge, hardcore, this core, that core

Too many dividing lines

Individual personal choices

Set examples, but don't create laws

We are not all the same as each other

But the difference it ain't much at all

So do what you like, but let me do the same

And maybe we'll do it together one day!

Do what you like, but let me do the same

And maybe we'll do it together one day!

One day, one day

We'll do it one day soon!