Punk Mode

by Jun

A swirl of crimson bleeding us grey
The things we do to make your day
Should have been ready
Seen our dread spiking miles away eh eh

Punk mode, disaffection
Angst in motion
Going nowhere
Now we’re coming home to roost

Label us crazy, running amok
Maybe peeps here don’t give a fxxk
Should have been dying
Ain’t no riot for the likes of us eh eh

Punk mode, disaffection
Pain addiction
Clash of noises
Mad dogs barking in a pound

Don’t throw us your junks
No use for sorry when the goods are gone
So why we yelling?
No, we just loud

We just going
Going Going Punk!

Punk mode, disaffection
Crash the basement
No room to breathe
No me, just peeps, going Going Punk!

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