i'd rather be pathetic at the age of 45 than to sell out my ideals to live a fucking lie trade my freedom for a false sense of security working for death, digging my own grave but as long as my lungs keep me breathing and my heart keeps beating yeah as long as i'm alive this "unreasonable" hope will persist if i didn't give up then, why should i give up now i'm gonna live my life to it's fullest potential 'cause resistance has no age just one kid's defiance, might make the difference they say it's just a faze, a youthful rebellion and soon enough we'll grow out of it