Cultivate your hunger, before you idealize
Motivate your anger, to make them all realize
Climbing the mountain, [bad word] down
Break into the contents, never falling down

My knee is still shaking like i was twelve
Sneakin' out the classroom, by the back door
man railed at me twice, though
But i didn't care
Waiting is wasting, for people like me

Don't try to live so wise,
Don't cry 'cos your so right
Don't dry, with fakes or fears
'cos you will hate yourself in the end