We move to the beat of a world that's destined to f**ing fail
The cuts and scrapes prepare us to deal with stormy weather
And all my friends sit back on the shelf, working sh**ty jobs just to try and support themselves
Sisters and brothers, we can raise our fists together
We'll find a way to get out of this never ending rain
And we can tell ourselves that we can move forward
With these chords and songs, we'll suture wounds left open far too long
We can wash our hands clean and find strength to start over
We can grow and find comfort in the fact that we're not alone
Look deep within for what we wanna be