Lyrics: Kill Your Idols. Funeral For A Feeling. Dead By Dawn.

How much abuse are we going to take?
It is like a verbal kick to the face
Will we ever really fit into this place?
That would really be such a disgrace
We'll take our chances
we're still holding on
A little bit damaged
but we're still going strong
So sorry things aren't
always nice and sweet
more like a fuck in a back seat
We are the rain and sleet
come to ruin your parade
and we won't ever fall in line
with all of your charades
Pretty like pictures
smelling like roses
How can we prove our point
surrounded by posers
Tell someone who gives a shit
I don't want to hear any more of it
It's all the same, it's all a game
where everything seems
to stay the same
sick of living by the rules
they only serve you to help stay cool
Like passing strangers in the night
As you leave would you please
turn out the light?