I roam the streets at night, looking for a fight
I want the city to burn, a lesson to be learned
Im wasted and confused, broken and abused
Dad says its a sign of the generation decline
We are the ones who refuse to align (and we will never fall in line)
We are the ones dead or alive
We are the ones who refuse to align (we dont know how, when or why)
We are the ones dead or alive
Im lazy and Im bored, neglected and ignored
Mom says its alright, the futures looking bright
Fuck authority, hate is burning in me
Waiting to ignite, feel my rage tonight