Trapped In The Doorway Lyrics

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