I roam the streets at night, looking for a fight
I want the city to burn, a lesson to be learned
I'm wasted and confused, broken and abused

Dad says it's 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 don't know how, when or why)
We are the ones - dead or alive


I'm lazy and I'm bored, neglected and ignored
Mom says it's alright, the future's looking bright

$#&@ authority, hate is burning in me
Waiting to ignite, feel my rage tonight