Long ago there were those
when the sound of song who fought the moulds
erupted from of granulated
peaceful protestors, social norms.
These were the hippies, But ages have distorted
proud to fight for their simple message
the world and what into a shameful drug
it could be. crazed lie.
Now, with my accoustic I sit and pluck
guitar strapped the obvious and
and hanging uncanny simularities
around my neck, between them and me
from the morning air.
I'll fight for what I believe way too important
in and no one can in this world
tell me I'm wrong! than being cheep
There are things exploited and popular!
Drugs are never the freedom to use them
the message which however, is something
I have chosen that I can unite
to crusade for, behind.
I am the I refuse to be
modern day hippy, the product of fads
the evolution of (Gothic, Emo,
rebelious heritege! Jerk)
Look inside your Not just waste
own soul, your time
and see if you faking happiness
want to live. in a state of constricted bliss.
Live your own That is the voice
life in your own of the passive
way! And resistance
damn what others think! we have all abandoned.
My hair is long Join hands behind
and my eyes society! We'll
are red, sing together
but look past as one!
this visage.
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