Punk Is Deceased

To mourn the deal's generation
To DIY through vain creations

To spit your mind, and blast, blaze ideals.
To defend street honor in the rolling dice of despite
To baptize your means as illegal
In no church of no god, and no with no promise of no paradise for the elite.

To crack in vortexes of illusion, of no vision and no mission
Just the "I want"
and "I die"
Young and fine
Youth in crime

All the fire is frozen yet still I have the will

Punk is deceased
and with no rock to mark the spot
There's no official roll or buzz
To proove there is a corpse

Old stuff not very good but has some strong lines.