We are the kids who know where our hearts lay.
Just scraping by from day to day.
We’ll stick with our guns and stick with the grief.
We still believe. Work the next day on two hours sleep.
These are the days i tell you, true honesty has drowned.
Real kids and real shows are buried underground.
But to buck the trend what is the cost?
It just all depends, but our hopes not lost.
Theres an underlying sense of fucking emergency,
but we wont let go!
