A destructive scene, fuck!
No wonder it's all going backwards
Forgetting activism
You're way too drunk to DIY
Take comfort in your excuses
Take refuge in your whining
Existence that you call punk
All I see's glorified misery
Lost creativity in a bottle
No good left for you to see
How do you think things will progress
If we never take action
Take comfort in your excuses
Take refuge in your whining
Too blind to see the real issues
Let go of your illusions
Existence that you call punk
All I see is glorified misery

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