you got this idea, so deeply engrained in your head (that this world) is something that you must impress, cause I couldn't care less A need for revolution's rising
: I never claimed to be something more than me, your standards are something that I refuse to see, I will answer only to myself, so why don't you police
: is this the point where we give up? is this the point where we give in? is this the point where we turn ourselves in? is this the time to ask questions
: they turn the lights down low, in shadows hiding from the world, only coming out when it gets cold the seas part when they hit the floor, the voices
: Can you hear the desperate cries that are calling out your name? Twisting your arms, holding out their hands and tugging at your sleeve Do you feel
: so come test me, so come break me, so come on intoxicate me with hands tied behind my back, I fight and wait for you to strike a new problem we
surrender here one by one, so push us down and we get right back up again, the things you're telling me aren't making any sense, right back up again
: the day I learn to fly, I'm never coming down on perfect wings I'll rise through the layers of the clouds and from there I see the neon grids of cities
: information kept to myself and everybody wants to know, I trust the words of no one else cause I've been there before, your voice is wasted 'cause
: on clearer days I can see the lights from my bedroom door, on windy nights I can smell the lake as it drifts to me from the shore the traffic lights
to my face Time spent on hate, is time gone to waste, I watch you point and click your life away It seems you've let me go again, just like the day
: late nights and bloodshot eyes, clock ticking half past five, we're barely breathing but we're still alive. Go! our plans are all laid out, take
I never claimed to be something more than me, your standards are something that I refuse to see, I will answer only to myself, so why don't you police
is this the point where we give up? is this the point where we give in? is this the point where we turn ourselves in? is this the time to ask questions
they turn the lights down low, in shadows hiding from the world, only coming out when it gets cold the seas part when they hit the floor, the voices
late nights and bloodshot eyes, clock ticking half past five, we're barely breathing but we're still alive. Go! our plans are all laid out, take
and surrender here one by one, so push us down and we get right back up again, the things you're telling me aren't making any sense, right back up again
say to my face Time spent on hate, is time gone to waste, I watch you point and click your life away It seems you've let me go again, just like the
