The sound of the century, the sword of our country.
We dine in the dumpsters, and sleep in the gutter.
If upholding our allegiance makes us all delinquents,
Then we're coming after you.
If this is what it means to disturb the peace,
Then the peace makers better get ready for war.
All the bruises you've made sore, thirsty egos gotta clench.
Like the cops in this town aren't already breathing down our necks.
Where is the justice? What is your fiefdom?
We wear a sleeve on our hearts, but not our hearts on our sleeves?
So scream I know if you follow, we live now but we're gonna die though.
Might as well ball this one up anyways.
The relentless worlds against us, but we know what lies beneath.
We are savage lions roaring for the summers we can live.
Now I can almost feel a pulse that hits more than just skin deep.
If this is what it means to disturb the peace, then the peace makers better get ready for war.
Take in that breath of narcissism, exhale it as you swing.
I'm drenched in the disgust of your esteem.
You are the disgrace, you are the coward.
This is our scene. So stay the fuck out.
So scream it if you feel it, we'll bleed picking up the broken pieces.
Run to the sirens of our sacred sound, walking the footsteps of our stomping grounds.
The relentless worlds against us, but we know what lies beneath.
We are savage lions roaring for the summers we can live.
Now I can almost feel a pulse that hits more than just skin deep.
If this is what it means to disturb the peace, then the peace makers better get ready for war.
As you watch him bite the curb, you follow suit, and I'll be down soon.
Dead to the world, we all go down.