we're the ones with the dirty fingernails,
crawling to the surface, although we're destined to fail.
We're the ones who scream right into the pauses
The unfamiliar faces with the unsexy causes.
Right, we're second rate, but not alone.
With sunspots in our eyes, our shoes are filled with stone.
They're running scared afraid of what we'll say.
So damn the make- or breakers because this one,
this is for the ones who stay.
We won't back down!
