Too Goth To Rock
lryics by Aaron Ondek

Sitting in black.
Polishing spikes.

Weirdo's look at me.
I snarl at them.

Ripping holes in my clothes.
Ripping riffs on my guitar.

It doesn't work.
Time to eat desert.

[Chorus]

Too clean for TV.
Too dirty to eat.

Too happy for you.
Too sad to smile.

Too light for air.
Too heavy to style.

Too normal for dirt.
Too goth to rock.
[End Chorus]

In downtown mayhem.
Crowds roam.

The distant cries.
All set for you.

The ads are pasted.
Drinking and subdued.

There are no places.
Far out news.

[Chorus]
The police try.
Barricades are there.

Implicit pain.
The war zone looms.

Can you hear me? AH!
The rubble ensues! 

AH! AH! Darkness!!!
Music is the root.