I know a place where
A place I used to be
A street where the kids lived

They lived in apathy
I know your cancerous gold
And all your riches are untold


We pound the pavement with zealous dreams
We are not the remnants to grease your seams


Revolution in the palms of the weak
Suburban cities sprawling speak

Revelation's hesitation

Beat beat on the tepid asphalt

Boot, braces, and anarchy
Didn't care about the nine to five ideals
All we knew is that we were free

The youth's longevity is harvested and sold
To the millions of heartless, greedy, and old


We pound the pavement with zealous dreams
We are not the remnants to grease your seams


Revolution in the palms of the weak
Suburban cities sprawling speak
Revelation's hesitation


We're coming home, taking it back
We're coming home, cleaning out the rats

We're coming home, taking taking it all back
We're coming home


Revolution in the palms of the weak
Suburban cities sprawling speak
Revelation's hesitation