Punk's Not Dead

It's time to desist from attempts to shake off
This state of disconnect
It has always kept me company
Since I can't remember when
Oddly enough I would never say
My pursuits are that unique
Yet I've become a maverick
In the eyes of the normal breed
Indeed, ignorance is bliss

I've gotten used to undissembled shrugging
And the quizzical expression on the face
Of any random soul that I opt to confide in
But it will hardly make me change my own ways
No no no no

They wouldn't know about my inner conflicts
And all the sacrifice
While I don't get their vanity
And inflated sense of pride
To them I'm another clueless loser
Unable to compete
To me they are bunch of jumping jacks
Like some characters in Sims
We are agree to disagree

I've gotten used to undissembled shrugging
And the quizzical expression on the face
Of any random soul that I opt to confide in
But it will hardly make me change my own ways
No no no no

How did I end up in this place
With its hostility to nuance
And repulsion to diversity?
This is my last remaining life
And I won't settle for the rat race
I'll smash this low grim ceiling with my feet

I've gotten used to undissembled shrugging
And the quizzical expression on the face
Of any random soul that I opt to confide in
But it will hardly make me change my own ways