The Dead Kennedy's seep into my brain like bleach on his hair,
God damn my peroxide punk looks good.
Brushing resistance onto our heads and into our ears,
Colour,
Or lack thereof,
Is our sign of defiance against all that is expected.
We choose to be the antagonists,
We choose to slay your eyes with leather and Dark clothes,
Dark vibes, dark intentions for your suits and ties,
I will wave our black flag,
He will shoot to kill,
We will devour your hearts and steal eachothers,
I am in love with disorder and villainy in the form of a boy and we will show the world how wrong they fucking are,
And you will join us.
