P O P and R O C K this is how It goes

Its these four chords that everybody knows

Catchy platitudes for the restless mind

Peppy plastic melodies we hear all the time

It’s a song about Billy yeah he’s gone downtown

But to his surprise Sally’s not around

The story’s pretty trite

And it’s been playing all day

But we

Listen

Anyway

The rejects came along in the name of Punk Rock

Borne from a nihilistic self-imposed schlock

Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you blah blah blah blah

The medium itself was the message on the block

Slender figures with the most radical quivers

A penchant for dissonance that make the normies shiver

Who would’ve thought that the socially reclusive

Could be exploited for industry usage



when feeling low

you go out to a show

and you sing along

it’s somewhere to belong

you find your place

to heal at your own pace

in grimace or in grace

play it as it lays

when feeling dread

it gets you out your head

you feel a raging need

to sense the weight of the beat

wear the pain

anger on display

and someone smells a profit

cause everybody loves it

When the feeling takes a hold I see

Nothing matters

Matter’s made

I’m the medium

Written By Zach Choy and Emma Acs