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Dearly departed
We’re gathered here today
To morn the loss of what we call
Integrity
So what the hell
Is goin on here
I don’t even recognize the scene
This isn’t what punk rock is supposed to be
You can do so much better than this
Instead you just settle
For whatever pays the bills
So stop (stop)
What you’re doin
Cause you don’t care about the scene that you’re ruining
Cashin’ in on the latest trends
You’ll be forgotten in the end
I know I am
Freakin out tonight
But the girls are linin up outside
While you joke with your boys
About which one you’ll bang tonight
It must be like an early birthday
With all those girls on the stage
It would be much more impressive
If they weren’t all half of your age
You’re just a tired unfunny joke
And no one’s laughing anymore
You’re only, you’re making it much worse
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Come on
This has to be bullshit
A man with a beard says he knows the truth
Didn’t we arrive?
Like an exploding atom
Like I was taught
In all my youth
Hope it is a currency
So where are you?
These thoughts are weighting down on me
But it’s not that I
Don’t believe
I can’t live ignorantly
So we’ll go on
Questioning
Salvation. Redemption.
These all sound fine
These all sound fine to me
If Jesus is kind and just
Then why the hell
Does he keep killing?
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Drifting
03:44
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Booked another show at 1 am
From a quiet hum and a pale white light
An exhale escaped
Anxiety took it place
We’re gonna play another empty room
With faithful eyes and a guilty tone
She asked me “will you ever stop or be too old?”
I leaned back and answered her honestly
Said if I’m not chasing, then I might be drowning
Well all my friends say
That they feel
Like they’re drifting (like they’re drifting)
Like they’ll never know what the hell
They’re doing
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I’m sitting n the front pourch
I’m bullshitting with my friends
Our stewed conversations, turned to the end
I mentioned the summer of 2009
My best friend passed before her time
She faded away
The world stayed the same
And here lies the best of who we are
Dead men tell no tales
And here lies those who’ve taken this too far
Hoist the anchor we’ll set sail
And I hope I
That I die a good man
And I hope I’m spoken of now and then
And I hope I
That I die a good man
And I hope I’m remembered for what I am
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