Glorified Clique (Pathetic Subcultures)

You’ve got downtuned guitars and heavy-gauged strings

You must be SO hardcore

Claiming to be from this or that major city

Despite living in cushy suburbs about an hour away

Let’s not even get to the pop punk brats

Whining about “this town”, breakups, and friends

Put the pizza down and realize you’re not oppressed

Twenty and even thirtysomethings have high school mindsets

Disguising their cliques as “the scene”

Thank the Divine for COVID world shutting your concerts down (No wishes for the pandemic to harm anyone, of course)

And blocking your Hot Topic-core fashion shows that just happen to have live music

The entitlement was so strong it’s actually pathetic

As trust fund babies want to be fueled with hate (while secretly wanting the ramen, too)

To look all big and bad

There’s only so much that could help the scene

Suburbia was certainly a matrix of sorts in blasting these dime-a-dozen wannabe Rise Records fake screamo tunes

Drop A?

For like dropping a reality from their perception

Your subculture is a bloody sham

No Scene To Call a Community (Subculture Chameleon)

Loud guitars and screaming vocals surprisingly caught my ears during my teenage years

I learned how to mosh at the summer festivals because it would be a bummer if I didn’t know what to do in the pit

Later in high school, I wanted the indie spirit as I immersed myself in bands that weren’t swimming in the mainstream

I chilled out a bit and got more in tune with dynamics

Next came the monochrome clothes and delay pedals

I found the beauty in instrumentals and musical complexity in the post-rock landscape

Somewhere down the line, I embraced fast acoustic music played with dyed hair and mohawks

I found out you can still be punk even when unplugged

While I enjoyed those genres at one point, I realized I never belonged

There were some associates, but I realized in hindsight how insecure people were and how insecure I was

Despite avoiding the top 40, I was still trying to fit in for the wrong reasons

If only I could make a scene where I can belong

Only an osprey made me realize to be myself more often no matter how avant-garde I got