hey you, fucking scenester diva non junk fashion punk ex-believer narty apathetic so pathetic i heart my scener nback-stander never-dancer way too cool for this band-er nsleight-of-hander over-stander looking down at us from grandeur nprivileged and white just like the rest of us nwithout the desire to see the effects of this nwhy? you've got it made npunk rock gets you laid nyou love the scene the scene alone nyour friends are all just stepping stones nand as soon as you make it to the next crowd that's in nyou'll fucking walk all over them nyou're no different than those high school pricks nwho beat us up because we dress like this nsocial mercenary ordinary alternative elite nvaguely invoking words like autonomy nyou think it means your right to do whatever the fuck you want nno matter who gets hurt, no matter what the cost nsome of us still want to fight but you've gotten over that nyou laugh at what we try to make, you say be happy with what we have. nhappy with nothing but a music scene full of rich white spoiled kids? nwhere no one looks out for their friends nand boys treat girls like shit? nhappy with making out, crushes, and crushed pills? nthis isn't middle school anymore. nhappy to sit complacent while they start another war? nfuck no! nwe won't give in or listen to their lies nwe will never let them win, we see through your disguise nyou're terrified and lonely, it's written in your eyes nyou've forsaken your ideals cuz you've been hurt so many times nand you bought their myth of fences, cuz they told you you'd be safe nthey sold you separation while you were shopping for escape nyou're not free, you're only licensed nyou're not good, you're well-behaved nthey promised to solve your teenage crisis nwith things that they taught you to crave nso if you're so lonely you feel sick nmaybe you're not the one to blame nmaybe they've got you where they want you ndreamless, hopeless, and the same ndo you ever wonder why the saddest songs can make you feel alive? nis it because the words remind you you're not the only one who cries? nwell it doesn't have to be like this nthere's still time to turn around nwe are waiting here to help you ntear those fences to the ground nand take you in with open arms nacknowledge histories nreplace silence and ironic charm nwith solidarity nwe don't fault you for who you are or what you have become nit's not to late, we can repair the damage that's been done nwe're building something different ni don't care what it's called nbut it starts with two hands touching nthrough the cracks within the wall