[Spoken:]
(It is, in the end, whatever the [bad word] I want it to be,
And when I'm through with it, it's gonna blow a hole,
This wide, straight through the worlds own idea of itself.
They're throwing bottles at your [bad word] on, lets go break their arms.)

You talk about the way things were,
But I can't hear what you're saying.
time when life was not this hard,
Blessed by the innocence.

Is the best yet [bad word] 
Or did it pass by long ago?
Are we holding on to a thread,
Of something already dead?

I'm not your reason to stand up straight,
Shoulders back, chest out, and eyes raised.
Stepping back, I hesitate.
I can't let myself be taken.

Is the best yet [bad word] 
Or did it pass by long ago?
Are we holding on to a thread,
Of something already dead?

You can't change your mind, expect me to care.
You can't just snap your fingers and expect me to be there.
[2x]
Can't just change your mind.

The reception fades, the signals breaking up.
And am I moving on or am I giving up?
If you walk away from this with anything,
Live your life today.