Time
There is no time
Running fast before our prime
Scared to close our eyes for very long
Separated social clique
Arbitrary lines that stick
Section off the ones that don’t belong
Social order, social lies
Same existence, same two eyes
Seeing naught, just too damned blind
The ones we hate are our same kind
Yet they’re from there and we’re from here
Can’t stand to have you people near
Stay away, you’re not one of us
Bigot girls love bigot boys
Play together, sharing toys
Watch the sun burn slowly into day
Put you in a certain mold
Do exactly what you’re told
If you don’t fit in, you’re not allowed to play
Lost
We all feel lost
Be ourselves, but at a cost
The price to be unique is way too steep
Just another cultural hole
Wear the costume, play the role
Once rebellious, now a bunch of sheep
Two-faced words from two-faced minds
We scoff at those that aren’t our kind
You’re cool because you’ll play our game
Fuck off if you aren’t the same
Deviate from rigid road
Find your ass out in the cold
Stay away, you’re not one of us
Punker girls love punker boys
Play together, sharing toys
Watch the sun burn slowly into day
Put you in a certain mold
Do exactly what you’re told
If you don’t fit in, you’re not allowed to play
It’s all the same game
With different names
It’s all the same game
Time
There was a time
When we all lived a life sublime
Walked around like kings among the dregs
Now those days have come and gone
Things felt right but turned out wrong
We find that we’ve been standing on no legs
We build a world and watch it fall
To find we’ve learned nothing at all
Separated into tribes
Yet leading the exact same lives
Myopic view, we cannot see
Past our confused reality
Stay away, you’re not one of us
Human girls love human boys
Cash our chips in, got no choice
Watch the sun burn slowly into day
We found that parties do not last
That we’ve been living much too fast
Somewhere in the maze we lost our way
It’s all the same game
With different names
It’s all the same game
Look man, I don't know what "scene" for what these days, but it's hard for me not to think that people on the west coast who play "underground rock" or whatever should just give Todd and his crew their wallets. I mean, they'll be empty wallets, but some of them will probably be pretty cool handmade wallets with weird shit in them and maybe Todd could build a shed or something out of them, or be like Everything is Terrible and just build a wallet rental store. I don't know...
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