Wake up to a revolution
A reality where apathy isn’t sold by the gallon
Wake them up
They are senseless, disposable, defenceless
They whisper in my ear
Every word is insincere
This city lives in the shade
When faced with adversity
They spit you out
Left to drain
And I’m sick of this city
They spit you out, so spit me out
And I’m sick of this city
So spit me out
When things get rough you can’t just give up
How can they just give up?
When times get tough you can’t just walk away
How can they walk away?
I don’t want to be the one to teach them how to live
Integrity seems obsolete
So maybe, maybe I have to
I won’t rest until they learn
I will not rest until they learn
They’re not alone
An obstacle is not a brick wall
Being young ain’t four fucks every weekend
Good things come to those who endure
Don’t waste the dream
I’ve got a fifty dollar bill that says I ain’t gonna sleep tonight
In a daze they lose interest
So easy giving up once more
When we have just begun
Don’t tell me they don’t feel that something is missing
I don’t want to be the one
Maybe I don’t have to
So let them sleep with their regrets