Trapped In the Doorway (Remix)

I'm screaming out
Can't hear my voice
I fear I've gotten lost
Surrounded by self-centered noise
An image that I've bought

Some cheap ass badge of DIY
Stands for weightless dreams
Standing against I
The empty pride
Of your tribe

So I get trashed and call it "change"
Cuz our movement is standing still
Can't blame this one on the labels
The punks in "punk" forgot themselves

Ready to fail this generation
With tough guy talk of revolution?
Sitting in the frame of an open doorway
See outside
Trapped in the doorway

Righteous street rockers with your edgy divides
You rebels that revel in oppression
Stuff your complacence in poverty pride
Romanticized mindset seventy-seven

In the 2020's we are thinking backwards
Preaching old scripts to a choir in black shirts
Cutting a mohawk and making no difference
We never shut up
But did we stop listening

Trapped in an ego
Trapped in a gimmick
Trapped in an outfit

Trapped in a DIY that died
Trapped in a mob mind frozen in time
Trapped in a backyard set of traditions
Trapped in the doorway
Fucking admit it
Go

All that being said
I hear our words in this generation
While we're in our heads
They're marching against their parents system

Practicing their preach
It's not just patches, they're stopping traffic
Small town, suburb teens
The children are going anti-fascist

The door is open for an era
For a better counterculture
Smarter, stronger, full of color
Pointed against establishments

I'm done speaking to the choir
of DIY punk in black and white
Last I checked we wanted change
I've picked my fight
Start today