Into a new age with our sound of rage Accustomed ways might go but the purpose won't [Chorus:] Doomsday will come, we'll still be around The seed of our cult will not die It's a kind of prediction - this ain't no PUNK FICTION Down the alleyways shirts for a sell-out price No more D.I.Y. - bought from C&A There's much more behind this fashionpunk-parade It needs to be opportune, nostalgia's a movements doom The spirit will survive, the flame is still alive but the faces change Sitting in my room at night wild beats hit my mind Pulsing through my veins, I can't live without that noise [Chorus:] All trends will die out and we'll still be around And hang out in gangs on the street It's a kind of prediction - this ain't no PUNK FICTION