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

 

coward

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