Black is metal, black is tough, black shows that I’m man enough.
Don’t even try, ‘cuz nothing hurts me, rouse me and I’ll show no mercy.
Dyed black hair says “I don’t care” (while caring greatly that you stare).
Spiked wristbands, black nail-tipped hands, darker than your average man.
What happens when the world it changes?
Resumes and bills to pay, rebel symbols put away,
Black another of life’s stages.
I like it.