Blast Injury

You are alive

is all you can tell

ne need for change

no need for reflection


please don tell me

that everything is fine

i am no longer

a part of this scene



show me all you got

out in the street

and not in the pit


behind this big mouth

behind this strong man

is just a spoiled

tiny little brat


can you feel all the blood and sweat we gave?

All without hope, all by our fucking selfes

and what did you achieve?


This community

you're talking about

lives in the streets

and after the shows


but you're like gods

among worthless cattle

a glass ceiling

behind are the untouchable


greetings from the youth

greetings from the streets

this hardcore, you talk about


is a dying breed