it wasn't supposed to be
i remember the dark days of my youth
living on a cultural fault line
disgusted by the past
afraid of the future
now
it is the desert of now
still disgusted by the past
knowing that there is no future
fault lines are still here
all drawn on my face
inked with my DNA
knowing that i do not fit
anywhere
that i will not fit
anywhere
sometime on one side
sometime on the other
knowing that there is no future
in my head
i can hear
PUNK IS NOT DEAD!
PUNK IS NOT DEAD!
