Hardcore vs. Metal vs.Sanity

We think we are so different, so special and alone. I have learned the hard way that the grass is not greener on the other side, when in fact it is just as yellow and burnt as it is on ours. We are so quick to complain, and some so quick to leave. Those who choose to run, to abandon the "hard times" are always the first to find, much like myself, that things are the same regardless of where you rest your head.
The street signs and TV channels may change, but the cliques and the angst stay the same. Each town, a cheap remix of the previous. It's time to realize there is no escaping the day to day routines of this nuclear fall out of a city, where only the cockroaches remain.