there was a time we made 5 fingers to a fist 
friends who tried to change dark days for the better 
we used to spend nights of war on the summer streets 
allies who made a stab to break away from the fetter 

time flies! you're all grown up - I'm vehement 
still can't believe you didn't mean to fight those fights 
you changed - as if all was youth rebellion 
I'll stay a kid - even if I walk alone through these nights 

I'm a dagger 
I'm poison 
I'm variance 
I'm a loving embrace - 

for those who fight back and stand against 
for those who stray away from the path 
for those who feel the fire 
and carry the new world in their hearts 

back to back - 
reached hands, clenched fists 
we stick together - 
revolt, rebel, resist!