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!