OPEN THE GATES TO DISSOLVE THESE STRUCTURES. WE‘RE DECONSTRUCTING THEIR DECISIVENESS. WE KNOW WE ARE NOT BORN TO FLOAT, BUT TO WALK ON BRIDGES. I WILL NEVER REGRET ANY CUT TO MY THREATS. I WILL NEVER FORGET WHERE I’M FROM AND WHAT KEPT ME AWAKE. I WILL NEVER REGRET THAT I’VE WORN ALL THESE THORNS TO RELIGHT MY TRUE FACE

YOU KNOW A THOUSAND SONGS BUT YOU HAVE NO FAVOURITE LINE. THREE CHORDS AND A MILLION TRUTHS, EACH DAY I MAKE EM MINE. MY BROTHERS USED TO SAY: “CHORDS BEFORE SHIRTS.” AND IN MY BOOK HARDCORE IS STILL SPELLED P.U.N.K!

HOW FAR WILL YOU JUST GO ON LIKE THIS AND LIVE LIKE SHIT? YOU SUFFER WALLS YOU BUILT YOURSELF. CIRCLING PERFECTION. BLACK AND WHITE IS PUT ON A SHELF. NOT FINDING SATISFACTION. YOU’RE ON THE INSIDE LOOKING OUT. HOW THESE COLORS ARE BURSTING. TODAY COULD BE YOUR FIRST DAY. NOT JUST ANOTHER THURSDAY

OPEN THE GATES FOR YOUR DECONSTRUCTION. THIS DISILLUSION MAY BREAK THEIR STRUCTURES. FOLLOW AND YOU MIGHT BUILD YOUR OWN BRIDGES. YOU ARE NOT BORN TO FUCKING FLOAT