I roam the streets at night, looking for a fight I want the city to burn, a lesson to be learned Im wasted and confused, broken and abused Dad says its 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 dont know how, when or why) We are the ones dead or alive Im lazy and Im bored, neglected and ignored Mom says its alright, the futures looking bright f** authority, hate is burning in me Waiting to ignite, feel my rage tonight