Tell me if there really is a differencenHalf-time rock outs, half-time cop outsnWe bang our heads to 30 BPMnits not enough to induce emotion nwith speeding riffs of sheer devotion, why?nnWe live in a music devolutionnFar away from the great solutionnThis is what happens when influencenonly goes as deepnAS the pages of the mags this weeknnMusic is slowly becoming stale and inbrednAs everybody tries to be the latest trendnTheres no one left who can bring the offensivenIts just all mindless recollectionnCoated in self-induldgencennThis is an age where its cool to whinenTears from constant heartache always seem to make you blindnThe tightrope that your walkings gonna snapnThen i can chime right backnwith a stop cashing in on crapnnWhat can we do, is there a compromise?nShould we sit back and watch this bastard monster rise?nShould we join in and half-time all our songsnSo we can give the kids a nfighting chance to sing alongnnOr should we say something to let them knownWe could be the fore-runners of this Punk Rock shownWell iam proud to say that choice is minenSo lets deliver the linenThat we're falling apart to double time n