there comes a time
i met another person.
i know he is so unreal.
i wonder how he can tell me
the same things over and over again. |
oh you are so transparent.
superficial.
sometime i can see just how fake you are.
sometimes i want to tell you about what you are. |
how can you be so unreal?
i can't stand it when you lie to me.
i wonder why you can't ever change.
doesn't it ever trouble your brain? |
i see you dancing around.
don't you realize what it's all about?
our songs are emotions, something you'll never have
so just quit this never ending act. |
vocals: don
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every time i go to a punk rock show i can always find the the band of transparent people. the group that makes all the right faces, has all the right poses, hits all the right notes, but shows none of the right feelings. their music is a lie and it makes me sick to see the kids who don't know any better moshing away to the cheap imitation of real emotion. i have all these memories of when i've been at a show and just everything is so in tune with my feelings and the band is speaking right to me, not with their words, notes, or poses, but with their hearts. maybe i've been spoiled that way. perhaps that is why i find it harder to go to punk shows now that they are jammed with people who don't know shit. tranparent bands/people, piss off so i can enjoy a punk rock show again. |
--donnyb. |
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