You were first in line for the new solution
But you lost your shirt singing revolution
The blood is at a boil
What we were is null and void
And you will change your ways
Cuz these ones didn't pay
Let's call the future what it is
Diluted hope and shackled wrists
I kinda think we need a brand new name
I don't give a shit about your style or your false emotion
Your picture perfect hair or your manic motion
The danger is all gone
You've helped us lose it all along
Now it's just play clap play
the meaning's gone astray
Let's call the future what it is
Diluted hope and shackled wrists
I'm kinda waiting for a brand new name
This one will never feel the same
When that day comes
I'll be kicking back, not a care in sight
Never waste another moment trying to explain my side
Not missing you at all, never looking back
Never having to apologize for what you lack
When that day comes
I'll be smiling while you're crucified for what you've done
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