Punker Gods

I hear all around me
Son,now go to school
Get an education
Do not be a fool
But images surround me
Sex, clubs, and drugs
all signs screaming
(be cool, be cool
Be like me too)

This world is full of shit
Don't worry i'll handle it
This world is full of things
That I don't understand
Still I refuse, I refuse
to see someone
in my place
to have a bullshit hero
set my pace

So evict us
invict us
vindictus
We'll still be victorious

It's not the goals that digust me
it's the methods of your tyranny
Rised in fear
Mental clear

I can see the world in your eyes
I can see mutual compramise
But comprimise
isn't the way
to live your life
though I can't say
how to live your life
oh please forgive me
It's only a comprimise
In disguise

You say drop beats not bomb
but I'm sending a subconcious nuke
The worldy door closed on my head
made me a fluke
What I'm trying to say and
What I'm trying to scream is
Question Everything
Punk rock god's first commandment
Question everything.