This is not a punk song
This is not an old song
This is not a new song
This isn't a song at all
This is what must suffice - creating the new from the old
This is my guiding light - a vestige of warmth in the cold
Half-formed, clumsy, earnest
Context will shift with paradigm
This is a call for supersession from within the reign of the past
This is our only platform, for the other does not yet exist