Soft Clicks by Death is Not Glamorous
this world we love, we'll fight to keep alive the spirit in our heart and the will to survive the bitter taste, the hopeless days, the pulling through the fire escapes, it all comes back, all comes back around hits me so hard, near knocks me down we won't stop, we're drinking deep, might never be this way again so we play, we play for keeps we're taught lies from the star we let fear control our hearts close our eyes to the truth, close our windows to the youth cast out the ones that don't belong, who can't afford to sing along to the mindless fucking tune, bigger, better, fill it up, consume and our remain stark and empty rooms so we'll write our own songs, we'll write our own books fill our heart with courage, to take back everything they took aspire to embrace compassion, allow our outrage to match our passion volatile, vehement, constant motion and wides will turn like the fucking ocean