Here we are; another school night proclamation of the greater good
And what's more, I've the gall to curse and moan about the state of my upset
Calling all those who'd hate to grow up
When we're left to our own devices recalling all our youthful ideals
Without any means to enact a change
When all we are is what we've been taught;
A curt reflection of what we've bought until we present another way
No!
We can be more, I swear
This could be more than 100 bodies silent
I can't and I won't suggest I'm wasting too much time
We don't have to meet but we want to
We don't have to gather but we long to
We don't sing but we ought to
We don't have to speak but we need to
We don't gotta fight but we're going to
We don't scream but we ache to
There's more to this than just sound
Think about what you've heard on your way back home
The screams, the chants and the romance, that can't exist without noble intent
I'm so naive
I'm so naive still
Don't feel bad if I don't win everything we sang along to in our greater moments
We're much stronger than the world would have us be
I'm so naive to suggest there's more to this than us