We [bad word] our ears 
We [bad word] our throats 
Screaming for the sake of what we love most 
These pretty scars aren't going anywhere 

The redder, the better 
Lose your voice and make it hurt 
Reluctance, and reserve, refuse these things 
'Cause it's time to sing! 

Woah... 
Woah... 
Woah... 
Woah... 
Here we go! 

I pray and bleed with a frozen smile 
Echoes of heartache are not with me 
Emotions shed in different times 
Crashed at this opportunity 

I feel sorry for these walls 
'Cause if they could talk they surely would 
Hear 'em out, tear 'em down. 
Hear 'em out, tear 'em down. 

What stops us from doing that which we love? 
Social convention can take off 
Fired hearts, and a little faith... 
We are the fired hearts! 

I can feel hopeless and bitter 
As can anyone that I know 
Not yet, here it's a waste of time 
I've got something inside, can't let it go 

I scream until it hurts 
I know somewhere somone's screaming it worse 
And I smile knowing here is where it collides 
Here we dont have to hide 

What stops us from doing that which we love? 
Social convention can take off 
Fired hearts, and a little faith... 
We are the fired hearts! 

Woah... 
Woah... 
Woah... 
Woah... 

We [bad word] our ears 
We [bad word] our throats 
Screaming for the sake of what we love most 
These pretty scars aren't going anywhere 

The redder, the better! 
Lose your voice and make it hurt 
Reluctance, reserve, refuse these things 

We [bad word] our ears 
We [bad word] our throats 
Screaming for the sake of what we love most 
These pretty scars aren't going anywhere 

The redder, the better 
Lose your voice and make it hurt 
Reluctance, reserve - refuse these things 
'Cause it's time to sing...