[bad word] :
All we are is broken glass
Thrown to the floor, we were never meant to last
And all we are, are empty shells
Try to pick us up, you’re gonna cut yourself

We march the streets at night
Looking for a thrill, looking for a fight
It was the first day of the rest of our lives

We were fast, never gonna die
Ridin’ up the highway 45
We didn’t know we couldn’t go on forever
 [bad word] :

We fought [bad word] the world
I know it just how fragile we really were
Like it was the first day of the rest of our lives

Then the bricks began to fall
And we can see the cracks along the wall
We didn’t know it couldn’t go on forever
 [bad word] :

We believed that we could go on forever (2x)
Forever
 [bad word] :

Cut yourself
You’re gonna cut yourself (2x)