We'll make it out of the dead of winter, despite all the
things we hate. From broken homes left in the shadows.
Against the grain, we will escape.
Racing through the city streets, pounding pavement
with our feet. Free from the world's crushing weight.
Far from beaten paths, won't resign to fate. Not content
with dying. Not content with just surviving. Spitting in the
face of anything that slows our pace.
Flip every cross that crosses you. Burn every church
that casts it's shadow on you. Their values never
appealed to us. Their rules do not apply to us. Refuse
to be complicit in a verdict based on original sin.
Against anything that holds us back.
Out of step. O.C. wolfpack.
Make the most, where others merely make ends meet.
Letting go of all regrets. Slow burn, slow death, like
cigarettes. Try to push that poison down our throats.
We'll b*** back hard, so keep that smoke out of the air
that our lungs breathe, out of the eyes we need to see the
future that we're racing forth to change. Desperately,
trying hard to stay curious and with open minds to
think for ourselves, and redefine the lines that keep us
disconnected. They keep our intents misdirected.
Make the most, where others merely make ends meet.
'In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an
invincible summer.' - Albert Camus
And nothing can break our stride. No world's weight can
keep us tied down with doubt. Not down with gods or masters.
Neither sleep nor slumber can overtake us. We'll break down
their weary world before it breaks us.
This song is for every one of us.
things we hate. From broken homes left in the shadows.
Against the grain, we will escape.
Racing through the city streets, pounding pavement
with our feet. Free from the world's crushing weight.
Far from beaten paths, won't resign to fate. Not content
with dying. Not content with just surviving. Spitting in the
face of anything that slows our pace.
Flip every cross that crosses you. Burn every church
that casts it's shadow on you. Their values never
appealed to us. Their rules do not apply to us. Refuse
to be complicit in a verdict based on original sin.
Against anything that holds us back.
Out of step. O.C. wolfpack.
Make the most, where others merely make ends meet.
Letting go of all regrets. Slow burn, slow death, like
cigarettes. Try to push that poison down our throats.
We'll b*** back hard, so keep that smoke out of the air
that our lungs breathe, out of the eyes we need to see the
future that we're racing forth to change. Desperately,
trying hard to stay curious and with open minds to
think for ourselves, and redefine the lines that keep us
disconnected. They keep our intents misdirected.
Make the most, where others merely make ends meet.
'In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an
invincible summer.' - Albert Camus
And nothing can break our stride. No world's weight can
keep us tied down with doubt. Not down with gods or masters.
Neither sleep nor slumber can overtake us. We'll break down
their weary world before it breaks us.
This song is for every one of us.