Mutating Cells from Dead Celebrities by Pandemix

Did you make your bed? Did you lay awake in it and hear voices
Ringing in your head? Asking when did your life become so joyless,
Exert control, you can buy a way to make your body more than a sieve
For your soul, So many different products, but just one way to live.

Paper or plastic? Dying by inches or by feet?
Rotting right takes practice, so come on, fail then repeat.

Did you recognize the bitter words falling from my mouth?
There are things that I never wanna do again but don’t know who I am without.
We’re this empire’s, broken down organ’s mutating cells
It’s a long ride, and I’ve got a lot of damage to do to myself

White or wheat? Shorts or longs? The difference is drastic, so don’t choose wrong.

You’ll find me on the darkest side of the darkest street,
An animal one conveyor belt’s length from being meat
You’ll find me at the drunkest bar, in the drunkest seat
It’s lights up when this song ends, but I’m lost inside the beat

• Punk
• boston
• hardcore
• hardcore punk
• peace punk
• punk rock