punk
was dead from the begining
rock's dying

do not let it happen

i wont
i wont

as i dont feel the urge rise
as i play tunes with my band

let it
be a rock

the world . . . what can i say about it.

right now it sucks

//just waiting for the mothership to call me

crisis everywhere

and suddenly i felt overwhelmed by the emptyness of modern life.

new cars, new houses, new t.v. sets; everything for your consumerism

everything for sale; nothing is truly for oneselves.
so i decide to turn my back on it, to face a new life of small pleasures

breathing, walking, looking at a different sky everyday.

but still, ... the emptyness.

crisis evolving into art, into oneselves mind