diary of a punk rock messiah #4 4.23.20

i called myself the chosen one

put a giant target on my back

the purity police called out all my bullshit

said i wasn't punk enough

said i sold out

before i sold a single thing

just wanted to make a living

without selling my soul

to a fucking corporation during the day

to make half the door

once or twice a month

they wanted me to fail

they were scared of what i aimed to do

what i was sent her to do

so they punished me for the "sins"

they said i committed

they gave me a crown

made of old guitar strings

covered in blood, sweat, and piss

my coronation of the damned is complete

they made me a martyr for the things i believe in

and it was a good death

or so they thought

they tried to wish me away

like republicans try to pray away the gay

you should have known i was born this way

i will be a fighter until my dying day

go down swinging

go down singing

it is said

that the skies will black out

the day i rise from the ashes

of anonymity

and its such a pity

that those i was here for

are the ones that put me down