Punk is not dead.

Punk is a shield. An armor and sword. Punk preempts. It stamps out pain before the pain is inflicted, and laughs when it is. It serves the blow before the blow is served. And you know that it is going to be.

Punk is for those who have bled and died.
For those who are simultaneously dead and alive.
Undead. Uncaring. Outpacing the blow.