Nothing is good enough, nothing quite right,
We're broken beyond repair, fleeing the light.
To breathe, to live, we don't need any meth ,
We're just high on life, inhaling joy with every breath.
Climbing on the hills, we look down on the lights,
We don't need any cocaine, we're higher than those buildings within our sight.
Hair uncombed, no shoes only socks,
We run around town;
those people in shiny sleek cars we silently mock.
Like werewolves we wake when midnight strikes
During the day we're good catholic school kids,
Silently walking, studying, no fights.
Rebellion, they tought us is wrong,
So we do it while the good folks sleep, we do it at night.
We rebell in our minds, we rebell in our sleep.
We don't walk through the city in our bodies, no our bodies stay in bed.
We walk through the city with our minds, making a list, chalking a plan.
One day it won't just be our minds, one day we'll walk for real.
But until that day, we good catholic school children,
We rebell with our brains, and get high on life.
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Beautiful Shadows
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