I'm sick of hearing all of the same songs playing on the radio. I'm sick of everything repeating. Repeated by the radio. All these songs have the same progression. The same notes and melody. I bet you've heard this song before. Or you've heard something that sounds the same. I bet you heard this song a million times before, but you can't tell the difference until the drums kick in.. I'm sick of hearing all of the same songs playing on the radio. They get stuck in my head and I can't get them out. From start to finish and back to back I rip them all apart so I can play them better they I know they can. But if you wait until the end of the show you'll realize that it was planned against you. You sang along with every chorus and every word that's spoke. Every word we sang in unison. I'm sick of hearing all of the same songs playing on the radio. They don't have a heart. They don't have any soul. I'm sick of hearing everything repeat and no one seems to care. They still go out and buy every CD. All the songs have the same progression..

I moved from a small town with insecurity to move to the city to find equality. I kept my street smart ideals intact. Was I gonna fold? Were you thinking of me? Was I gonna fold like this? I can't take another night of this intensity. You know it's going to drive me crazy anyway. I've got a lot of shit rolling around inside my head. You know it looks like there ain't no end in sight. When you got something falling down at the foundation why don't you tear it down and build something new. Let everyone inside. It looks like I've gotta find a new way out. It looks like I've got to find another route. It looks like I've gotta find a new way out before I end up dead.

I know it's been a long time coming now. This is all I ever wanted since I don't even remember when. When the friendships started changing and the songs started fading I knew sooner or later someone was going to call it quits. I don't want to talk about that now. All that matters is the music saved our soul. There's a scene. There's a place where you can go. You might not get inside. You might not fall in line. There's a punk rock protocol to follow and restrictions set in stone. I don't know if you're gonna go. I don't think you'll fit in. There's a dress code too and you've got to wear what's cool. You're not gonna look as good as everyone if you don't have it on. They're all looking up a stage and singing along with the band. They don't know what the songs really mean and they're getting them second hand. I know I'm trying. I know I'm lying. I know punk rock can't save your life. It can save your soul. It can't save your life. They've got tricks hidden up their sleeves. Smile, you've been deceived. You're inside so you might as well enjoy the ride. There's a place to be and a place where you can go. I don't know if you'll ever fit in with their fucking scene. There's a scene and a movement too. It's really all a trend that I use to fit in. I realized I was lying to myself and I was lying to all of you. This is where I begin..

Another mile to go and a song is stuck in my head. I can't even see down the road. Another mile to go and I'm sticking to the seat. I really wanna get up and go. Another mile to go and I need a cigarette. I feel like I'm going insane. Another mile to go and I'm sitting here alone. I wish I would have stayed at home. I can't see straight at all. Another mile to go and I'm looking right outside. I swear we've passed this a million times. Another mile to go and I'm feeling insecure about all that's in my mind. Another mile to go and I can't even think straight. I wish I wasn't even here. Another mile to go and I need that cigarette before I rip off all of my skin. I can't see straight at all.

I came back to a toxic wasteland. Hate shit-shoveled in the throat of each citizen. I don't want it. I don't need it. Who do I plan to save? I came back to a toxic wasteland. Hate in the lungs of its citizens. Return of the sun.. Run and hide! I came back to a toxic wasteland. Hate sits in the hearts of its citizens. Can you believe or are you too ignorant? You Smashed up lies to form ideals. In this machine it's so surreal. In this machine you're just the fucking wheels.

Lights out! TV’s off. I’m sitting silent, but I still can’t sleep. All these problems building up and wracking on my brain. Stay awake all fucking day and linger through my days. I expect some change and the outcome is the same. It makes me go insane. When will I find a way to manage all of my hate? When will things change?

Yet again, a sleepless night. I bite my tongue and wonder why. I think of things I should have said and how I walked away instead. Out of anger and out of love. I think I’ve had enough. Yet again another little fight. Is it too hard to just let me be? Every turn is a potential attack. I keep saying it won’t be me. The world’s gonna get me! Don’t let it get you! Yet again, I walk away and drowned myself inside this hate. I think it’s time to make a stand. I’ll do it anyway I can. Out of anger and out of love.. I won’t use violence as a tool. Out of anger and out of love.. Take a stand to make a move.