I believe I can be more.
Let me captivate you
And let my words power you.
Wrap your hand around mine,
As I guide you through the fight
We are about to face,
As we scream at the top of our lungs,
To be free from the anti pre-teen violence.
Watch as they choke on their own words.
Watch as they die when we tighten our grip around their next.
It'll be foolish to fight against a lost cause...
But that's what you say.
A cause is a cause,
It will NEVER be lost.
We continue the fight
Until our lungs give out
And we can't rebel anymore.
Pump our punk and rock music
So we can get rid of them.
Being proper is for the brain-washed,
Being pretty is for the perfect,
Being sick in the head is for us rebels.
Charge the halls,
Rip down the banners,
Yell and smile
When we know we're getting somewhere.
Our time is now...
And I'm not sorry.