Brand New Punk

Gun against my head

Buck another trend

Something that they said

Had me triggered I ain't dead

No not yet

Hold your breath

I owe a debt to my family and son

Hand on my gun like an amateur

Hearing the hum of the hammer, like hammocks I'm hung

Swung from a branch, I'm a man on the run

Like a hamster, I spun on a wheel

Here for the hugs, but they ran out of love

Dare me to jump

I'll land with a lunge

And I'll vanish by lunch

Disappear the planet for months

Where I've gone, I'm banished from

For years to come

I'm sand and dust

Stand in mud, feeling stuck

Clear the air and heal my lungs

Busted bandage, damn it's trust

Spill my guts, fill my cup

Manning up, but damn it sucks

Nothing here is near enough

No one seems to care too much

Can't do what you plan to once

You're scared they'll judge you for your dance moves but

I'ma cut some rug cause I'm a fucking weirdo

Brand new punk

Brand new punk

Brand new punk

Brand new punk

Brand new punk

Brand new punk

Brand new punk

Brand new punk

And I know what they're gonna say

I'm not the one to run away

I'm undulating underwaves

Suffocating, subjugated

The punk you hate has come to stay

Cut with razor tongues to taste the blood

It was all in vain in the name of the some and the few

Hundreds of suffering, what do they do?

But reluctantly move to the suburbs Removed from the ones that they knew

Others are stubborn and clung to their roots

While some are still bumper to bumper and stuck in commute

But none of them choose, the mud on their boots

The scuffs on their shoes

Drunk as a skunk with a couple of the cups full of booze

Nothing to lose