Bomb the Music Industry!
Bomb the Music Industry!
Bomb the Music Industry!
Bomb the Music Industry!
O Pioneers!!!
O Pioneers!!!
O Pioneers!!!
O Pioneers!!!
I don't understand how someone can say that they love something, and just walk away
Just when it gets hard, and you if you love something, you have to fight with every breath that you take
Till your muscles stop moving
And no longer reaches your lung, and the air that you breathe no longer reaches your lungs
And you think your actions through
We think them through
And it makes me sick
Of all these kids that say, my scene sucks, and then they just walk away
And it's hard to sit through every fight with you
When you just get up and walk away every single night
And when you get up to fucking leave, you just walk away
When if you love something, don't walk away