are there no fighters left here anymore? are we the generation we've been waiting for? or are we patiently burning waiting to be be saved?
our heroes our idols have mellowed with age following rules that they once disobeyed they're now being led when they used to lead the way
do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before? are you out there on the front lines or at home keeping score? do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate? or would you rather be the architect of what we might create?
they laid out the blueprints, they poured down a base concrete solutions to slow our decay and when they are gone who the fucks going to take their place?
will it be the cynics, the critics galore? the cliche apathetic passed out on the floor the trusting complicit who collectively ignore
do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before? are you out there on the front lines or at home keeping score? do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate? or would you rather be the architect of what we might create?
don't you remember when you were young and you wanted to set the world on fire? somewhere deep down I know you do don't you remember when we were young and we wanted to set the world on fire because I still am and I still do
make no mistake we are not afraid to bear the burden of repeating what they're thinking anyway let's raise the stakes on the bet we made let's decide to be the architects the master of our fate
we still believe in all the things that we stood by before and after everything we've seen here maybe even more i know we're not the only ones, and we were not the first and unapologetically we'll stand behind each word