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Sep 2013
I sit here and let this Punk Rock fill my mind
it's like a sweet drug, just so ******* kind

Madness and violence then swirls the room
that's ******* it, get ready for doom

I'm so angry and I need a release
this violent girl has broken her leash

You created this beast, you little ****
I am no longer that little runt

I'm ready for destruction tonight
You better hide, cause my mind's not right

I want to pit and smash your head
*******, ******* I wish you were dead

I'll connect my steel toes with your face
be ready, this isn't delicate lace

I hate you and want you to hurt
Your the ******* bottom, nothing but dirt

The dirt I stomp on and kick around
This Punk Rock is the most loveliest of sound

I'll rage and swing my fists about
I'll knock you straight the **** out

I hate you and want you to bleed
*******
cause
Punk Rock
is
all
I
need
Listening to my proud collection of punk records and I'm so full of destructive energy.
PUNK IS NOT DEAD
Emma
Written by
Emma  LA
(LA)   
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