Fiction Reform Cancerous Gold
I know a place where
A place I used to be
A street where the kids lived
They lived in apathy
I know your cancerous gold
And all your riches are untold
We pound the pavement with zealous dreams
We are not the remnants to grease your seams
Revolution in the palms of the weak
Suburban cities sprawling speak
Revelation's hesitation
Beat beat on the tepid asphalt
Boot, braces, and anarchy
Didn't care about the nine to five ideals
All we knew is that we were free
The youth's longevity is harvested and sold
To the millions of heartless, greedy, and old
We pound the pavement with zealous dreams
We are not the remnants to grease your seams
Revolution in the palms of the weak
Suburban cities sprawling speak
Revelation's hesitation
We're coming home, taking it back
We're coming home, cleaning out the rats
We're coming home, taking taking it all back
We're coming home
Revolution in the palms of the weak
Suburban cities sprawling speak
Revelation's hesitation
