Dying by Average Joey

Pain by some other name
Translated to a cyclical pain
We still got a song to be heard
We're not getting stronger now

Desperation
Is it uncomfortable
Desperation on display for us all
Look what you might become
We've still got that hunger
We're not getting younger, now

Deny and reject
Protect our own necks
Our social clout has a body count
count up your dead
I wonder if it's over
They're not getting older, now

There's no going back
to rewrite our past
So who's got your back when the cops attack
From inside of the skulls they crack?
I thought we swore off saviors
We're the ones building cages now

• Acoustic
• DIY
• banjo
• folk
• folk punk
• poetry
• Pittsburgh