There's no sing-along anthems, so the words can't ring false. Talk is cheap, singing a downright fucking bargain. Pay at the door, or don't, but if you don't then don't expect much back.
If I had a cent for every time we'd played this riff, I'd nearly have a buck by now. I could give it back to a band that believed in the words written on the lyric sheet you got at the door on your way out.
This is the way in to a life that's worth living. An over-driven soundtrack to giving something back.
Destroy what destroys you, but support what supports you too, don't take the easy way out. You can talk about what's wrong with the world all you fucking want, and objection doesn't mean that you have to be alone, you don't have to be alone.
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