It used to be easy to go out in the street
Before public opinion tried to steal my tongue
I made no excuses
I spoke with my feet
And tripped on every vicious word you aimed at me
It’s not alright
I’ve never seen your eyes
The flock are blind
It’s hopeless if we’re spoon fed
The shit that you’re hawking
You’re wasting your life
Resigned to a well placed line
If I fall who will catch me
In cutting prose you’ve conjured up a malady
Received with murderous applause from all the crowd
Don’t speak when you want to
Don’t create
Don’t think
This life is black and white, there’s nothing in between
It’s not alright
I’ve never seen your eyes
You’ve all seen mine
The truth is that we’re spoon fed
The shit that you’re hawking
You’re wasting your life
Resigned to a well placed line
If I fall who will catch me?
supported by 25 fans who also own “Eat Dynamite, Kid”
Perfectly encapsulates the teenage experience. Finding this album while still young and in high school was the best decision I've made in quite awhile. charlesjr
supported by 18 fans who also own “Eat Dynamite, Kid”
RVIVR is like antidepressants for me. i just cant fucking feel anything but stoked when I listen to any of their songs. so triumphant. Guitar hooks for days, catchy choruses, amazing harmonies, everything that makes a perfect pop punk record. Mickie Rat