MR.apocalypse

bring back punk

Your virtue signaling signaling through 
all the lack of shit you do 
disgusted when I sit with you
But time will tell, you surely will 

And I have seen a 1000 suns
and watched it set 1000 times
and 1000s of the likes you
that spread around your numbing minds 
so Lock the doors and close the blinds
close the curtains, shut the lights 
keep the danger way from you 
just keep the words upon a sign
and keep those colors on the flag 
and keep your enemy on your mind
Grab a torch and grab the fork 
oh well, whatever, never mind 
something new has come about
something new to scream about 
say some words and get some clout
and now you just forget about 
Time has told that nothings changed
the eb and flow of rotting brains 
hard to fight your way back up 
through straight jackets and time restraints 
so do somethings what i would say
speaking words of empty space
Saying something makes a sound 
Doing something makes a way