Falling Apart To Double Time

Tell me if there really is a difference
Half-time rock outs, half-time cop outs
We bang our heads to 30 bpm
Its not enough to induce emotion
With speeding riffs of sheer devotion, why?

We live in a music devolution
Far away from the great solution
This is what happens when influence
Only goes as deep
As the pages of the mags this week

Music is slowly becoming stale and inbred
As everybody tries to be the latest trend
Theres no one left who can bring the offensive
Its just all mindless recollection
Coated in self-induldgence

This is an age where its cool to whine
Tears from constant heartache always seem to make you blind
The tightrope that your walkings gonna snap
Then i can chime right back
With a stop cashing in on crap

What can we do, is there a compromise?
Should we sit back and watch this bastard monster rise?
Should we join in and half-time all our songs
So we can give the kids a
Fighting chance to sing along

Or should we say something to let them know
We could be the fore-runners of this punk rock show
Well iam proud to say that choice is mine
So lets deliver the line
That we're falling apart to double time