We were just kids, underachieved, runnin on contraband drive
Backyard gigs,
Take the trail to the graveyard for the night
Tick tick
A neddle in the eyes, adrenaline
We're falling from the skies,
Revenge served hot leaves a bad taste
The jargon that you
We're gonna burn, burn down the country [chorus X4]
Destroy your
Didn't see the plan cause your walking in self-restraint.
Never ever
I guess I'm just another victim of the silicon age
Don't
Nothing else matters I've got nothing left to lose
I look
City streets melting under solar powered heat
All the kids and
Guns are blasting loud
My head is in the clouds
Its
Tell me that I've gone astray
A laceration on society
Mommy never
Make up your mind so quickly
Did you ever think it
You wake up and you crack your mirror
Just broke your
Mother don't fret I won't fall on my face
Mother don't
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