Wandering through these same old streets, with those bitter songs on repeat, thinking back through all these years what did it mean? It was everything, it's so much more than fists and phrases, it's a burning fight through life's changes, thinking back through these years, I wouldn't change a thing, I wouldn't change a [bad word] thing,
It's [bad word] burning inside, in these moments when we lose all hope, and those times when you think there's nothing left, x3
Wandering through these same old streets, with those bitter songs on repeat, thinking back through all these years what did it mean? It was everything, it's so much more than fists and phrases, it's a burning fight through life's changes, thinking back through these years, I wouldn't change a thing, I wouldn't change a [bad word] thing,
There's so much more to this that you'll ever know, it picks us up from the moment we're thrown, so here's to the fight that kept us alive, here's to misled youth, here's to the rest of our [bad word] lives.
Burning inside!