Good Reason

This band, they play so bad
There´s nothing like Minor Threat
Watch me moshing
X up my fists, broccoli
I hate any sigh of melody
More, more, as I´m growing

There was a time we were boozing up at punk shows
Now my attitude is more worth
Than old friends and four-chord melodies

This band, they look so good
I think they could, would, should
Rock as hell, yeah
Hairlines and tragedies
There´s nothing else that defines me
More, more, maybe hardcore fashion?

There was a time I´ve been posing being straight edge
Now watch my evolution
Solution-disilusion-death

Nothing to support
The decline of our ideals
The more you try, the less it´s real
No credit to our salvation

That day we´ll remain one with ourselves
Dead scene, falling apart
Shit-talking doesn´t strenghten the bound

There comes the day
We will realize that we´ve wasted
All the good times with struggles and our hatred
Comparation of different parts of the same community

It´s not your phrases
You may not having style and
The real importance past your means
Now called disturbance
Will remain now deep inside your heart