The day that I ever become hip... please shoot me and put me outta my misery!
We carry the flame for all to see, the fire and passion of what we can be.
What about your school? It's defective, it's a pack of useless lies.
I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout.
I know the territory, I've been around. It'll all turn to dust, and we'll fall down, and sooner or later you'll be screwing around.
Praying for the end of time, so I can end my time with you.