All that I am; all those dreams that I have now, 
They swallow me and I can't see just what I'm turning out to be. 
All that I know is I'm so far from home: 
These amplifiers resonate a local sound that's gone astray.

Where will this take me? 
All the faces that I see and all the dreams they told me never to believe.
What will this do to me? 
Break me down and throw me out:  [bad word] all the fears and [bad word] every single doubt.

Just let these chords take me away into a place I'd rather be. 
This is where we want to go: we want it more, we want it more 
because I'm so ready to begin; those [bad word] hearts, I know we'll win! 
This is where we want to go: we want it more, we want it more!

With all my bridges burned, I'll never take a [bad word] look back. 
It'll never work for me as long as art is still elite. 
When this is over, no one else to help me sing along: 
I'll keep singing my dead songs through every right and every wrong 
and though I'm still young, I'll keep screaming with fear and passion. 
I'll sing this by myself; I don't need anybody else!

They say to choose a path: left or right, and these rights or wrongs.  [bad word] them! Let's keep singing our favorite songs. 
Keep screaming into the night: 
My lungs will burst when these words meet sunlight.