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Alternative The

Basically, can't fuck with me I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain Let's go inside my astral plane Find out my mental's based on instrumental

believe that alternative is dead I used to be a grunge-rocker man Corporate greed has choked the scene Making it all dumb and trendy I believe that alternative

Sick of people, no ones real Sick of chicks, they're all bitches Sick of you, you're too hip Sick of life, it sucks Suicide's an alternative Sick of

Carried through the road so far alone Days glue themselves to what is wrong And soon the hills will swallow us up Plans will pass her Land on the

is failing every test It's the comedy and death of your senses The alternative to real world is just time for me and a fantasy Be blind to myself to idolize The alternative

through you People believe Your lie-based truth Even I must admit Your talks are really smooth Alternative - another trend Alternative - a disguise Alternative - another trend Alternative

alternative lifestyle reindeer Heaven help Santa Should he call him queer? He's standing tall Against the wall Of prejudice and fear He's Stephon, the alternative

Our alternative nation where all the individuals Are just being the same, massive imitation Just a 90's version of the same rock and roll game Yes, the

lucky bandit And now I walk this planet Forever it's a joke, the alternative to love Forever it's a joke, the alternative to love Forever it's a joke, the alternative