How long will it take
For straying from the mainstream
To cause a downpour?
Rivaling a revelry
Turning from inspiration
A greater nation
Built from breaking tradition
Just to be put back in cages
Part of a group
To compensate
For being alone
Today, punk is popular
Tomorrow, pop is putrid
We are moving along
Just to come back home

Roses red, overflow
Double entendre, conjoined
In blood or desire?

Hit the age
Of a broken page
Reminding me of my cage
All I live for is a wage
Trapped in a stone age, enraged
Never quite engaged since I was teenage
Years progress but the time is hard to gauge
Not quite a sage, not quite upstaged
Yelling offstage in an outrage
Lost and encaged

Caring too much
Eclipsing a sharp silence
Asking to listen

Meek and the weak
Polished by pain
Strained by rage
Saviors of the world
Who can never quite grasp it
Strength is a strength
But weakness is a gift
Receptive, perceptive
Victim to deceptive conceptions
But always acceptive

Life is born but never lingers
Out like a light with a flicker
We have all we need, but here's the kicker
Our sparkle goes out quicker
Our hearts are sicker
All we do is bicker
Suffering shows turned into competitions
Fission is our mission
Omitting our permissions
Until we are left with suspicion
Grounded into submission
By emission and ambition

History written
From the bones of heroes
All a mystery
How we always reset back to zero
Children return to school
While adults play the fool
Faces of ghouls steeped in screams
Today's territory
Tomorrow's trauma
We are your enemy
Because of drama
No glory in gory ends
Stories snuffed, such sorrow
You are our enemy
Because of trauma
Tomorrow's drama
Spoken through melodrama
Mellow on the drama, place a comma
History written in bones
Of heroic clones
Are you a fraud or just flawed?