Texty: Death Is Not Glamorous. Soft Clicks. For Keeps.

This world we love we?ll fight to keep alive
The spirit in our hearts and the will to survive
The bitter taste, the hopeless days
The pulling through, the fire escapes
It all comes back, all comes back around
Hits me so hard, near knocks me down

We won?t stop, we?re drinking deep
Might never be this way again so we play
We play for keeps

We?re taught lies from the start
We let fear control our hearts
Close our eyes to the truth
Close our windows to the youth
Cast out the ones that don?t belong
Who can?t afford to sing along
To the mindless fucking tune
Bigger, better, fill it up, consume
And our hearts remain stark and empty rooms

So we?ll write our own songs
We?ll write our own books
Fill our hearts with courage
To take back everything they took
Aspire to embrace compassion
Allow our outrage to match our passion
Volatile, vehement, constant, motion and
Tides will turn like the fucking ocean