We've left to much unsaid
We sing songs at the top of our lungs. We scream anthems til our voices are gone. They say that we're wasting our time, but at least we're not wasting
These days keep me moving. I might be young, but i have guts. I have a heart, and i've got lungs. In my fist I hold every year I stole, these memories
Is this whats best for me? Is this all i'll ever see? Nothing more than this lonely florr, I cant believe that my heart still beats. I'm better off dead
In this city's streets, is where this city's heart beats. Here you will find the truth, in this town you can find our youth. All these years both good
Do you expect us to believe that this is actually free? Because everything you see, and everything you breathe has been paid for. It's all been fought
Let's hope the train yard will keep art alive. Let's beg for explosions, and hope we survive. Let's ask for forgivness then slip up again. Let's paint
They've taken shovels to the underground, Because we've buried the bravest sounds. And there has to be a better way, to let these graves see the light
our world. But for suffering we might have been a part of it rather than apart from it. * Making the compromises, Brave fronts, deceitful disguises
re fuckin' with hoods, get ya goods pushed back Ya fraud, pull the wool off your Hollywood hat Yo, yo, yo, the track melts in half liquors have this brave
and dying of our world. But for suffering we might have been a part of it rather than apart from it. * Making the compromises, Brave fronts, deceitful
sighing and dying of our world. But for suffering we might have been a part of it rather than apart from it. * Making the compromises, Brave fronts,
hoods, get ya goods pushed back Ya fraud, pull the wool off your hollywood hat [U-God:] Yo Yo Yo The track melts in half liquors have this brave meaning
