a blazing red **** and flaming red hair the music bashed bones rattled and lips preyed in chances we sang in the electrified night tonight, our chorus belongs to our sights reflected by the drops we call classified rejects
feet stampede hands praised in air a tangible element a tangible chorus the melodies arctic as voices run coarse
a sea of fists saluting the red **** a humble ferocity a single note prances washes over a thousand eardrums as that chorus, a thunderous clash
the heart of sound thumps against the cage in our chests wanting to break claw out of cynical throats and as sweat trickles down our bodies sound plasters to our skin
lights flash a mesmerizing aurora gone rogue like cameras of new and few capturing the moment of raw ethnicity of our younger generation in all of its rebellious reasoning
an isle of blinded birds walked before the red **** searching for that truce that happy medium away from skeptics of wrinkled faces vessels carrying our souls without capacity written in stone
and as that red **** thrashed a marvelous sight of beauty for once the generation a thousand demographics a thousand thoughts and dreams tonight, we come as one unified as winds carry us on we will sing, we will purge we are the younger generation