Paroles: Citizen Fish. Flinch. Dividing Lines.

So busy picking holes in our skin
That stretches tight to keep us all in

When what we thought were eternal friends
Have disappeared from the scene
Or changed their habits to fit themselves
We begin to see what it means
To be choosing something outside the rules
That no one sets, but we follow
Demanding leaders and food for thought
And it's getting harder to swallow

Meanwhile the police and the tax demands
Are coming in harder than ever
We're raising our fists, but we're not joining hands
For fear of being seen together
With people in the same mentality
But differently aligned
We got straight-edge, hardcore, this core, that core
Too many dividing lines

Individual personal choices
Set examples, but don't create laws
We are not all the same as each other
But the difference it ain't much at all
So do what you like, but let me do the same
And maybe we'll do it together one day!
Do what you like, but let me do the same
And maybe we'll do it together one day!
One day, one day
We'll do it one day soon!