i danced with words    i danced with this frail tone    sorry, i forgot...the dresscode    for a second    your empty dream is a shallow one at its most    and you can dance this scene to hell    i used to feel an escape    but this punkrock image, it died within    this scenester hell    and still you dream we're all alike    your revival...your unfocused utopia    it should be dead by now    your unity is a joke    and for every kid there's a laid-out path    and still this trend boils down to nothing    absolutely nothing.