This song I sing is not for sale

These words I scream to you are real

No one can ever buy our lives

This music will survive

Remember when we didn't play their game

We never worried about money of fame

This punk rock music was so pure

But now I'm not so sure

That your intentions are good

And you mean well

Now that the scene

Has become a product to sell

Rebellion packaged in a plastic wrap

Lacking any substance to digest

Dollar signs roll in countless eyes

And the magic behind this music dies

Maybe the grass is greener on the other side

But my anger doesn't have a price

I've seen my peers lose their drive

And I've heard my heroes telling lies

I won't turn my back on the kids

We've stood together through thick and thin

Hardcore is not a stepping stone

Don't tread on me

On your way to the throne

Because I can see right through your false emotion

And I won't buy into your glossy promotion

Take your ego and your greed

And get out of our scene

This song I sing is not for sale

These words I scream to you are real

No one can ever buy our lives

This music will survive