Fucked As Punk

You and i

we're cut from a different soap than the rest

we got wreck in our fluid and it makes grenades get stuck in the talk

we clean our own abrasions

our own decisions

while the clan outside that iron curtain still rolls in the mud

maybe it's the ethic

the lack of a pattern

the thrill of the kill from the hunt that we build

then again, it's all perspective

so put your fucking guilt away

walk down that corridor with your limit in hand

and call out for the riot

what did you do before your first night of bastard life?

that's right

you slept your full eight and pledged alliance to the most miserable craft

i don't want to go back to those grounds

we washed our hands, so let them fend for themselves

we all gasp like an ultimate heist

we won't sleep until we know

until you know

until i know...