It's a sacrilege to home-wrecking
We'll be taking down the walls
Behind these doors, I'm breaking out
Kick the rafters when they fall.
Taking aim up to these houses
That were never once our homes
Where I burnt the remains of high school sweet,
And laughed at picture shows.
We paraded through these torn up streets
Where structure seemed so sound
Trumpets call to rebels ears
And the drum beats off the ground.
Rally, running up these halls
Once graced by dolled-up feet
Are littered now with rags and dirt
Paying homage to our defeat.
Fighting fast with swords and smiles
That stretch from ear to ear
Laughing at the flames that soar
Lets send them one sad tear.
Continue down the rocky roads
Previous with marching bands
This band is turning, tumult now
Upset at the admins hands.
The more they try to silence us
The more we will be heard
Because the more you cover our damage up
You'll hear our rebellion by our words.
We're a generation of genius things
That were never once of yours
You raised us up to believe everything
The lies, no truth, the wars.
Well now its coming back to you
You've put it off, oh, far too long
So hear our drums and trumpets now
Pay attention to this beautiful song.
I will burn things until you accept
That I will be quiet no more
Talking, explaining, and getting my say,
Trust me, will be no chore.
Ignore the subtle happenings
Until they start to get too big
You can cover us up for now
But the bomb still softly ticks.