| Tell me that I am not just wasting my time sitting in this room alone | |
| Tell me that 1000 men with 1000 torches could not take what is in our hearts | |
| Tell me this is still for the kids, by the kids, about the ****ing kids | |
| Tell me that we have not become just as cheap as everyone else | |
| Tell me that loud guitars backed by loud ideals is still what we're all about | |
| Tell me that beauty is more than who you are on the outside | |
| Tell me that a word like "unity" is not just ink spilled on the page | |
| Tell me that there is so much more, so much worth screaming our heads of for | |
| It's your turn...I wanna hear it | |
| It's your turn...You gotta yell it | |
| Before I throw my arms up and walk right out that door | |
| Cause to tell you the truth I am not all that sure | |
| How much longer my voice can hold out | |
| Tell me that this is still for the kids, by the kids, about the ****ing kids | |
| Tell me that we have no become just as broken as everything else | |
| It's your turn...I'm on my ****ing knee's |