throw yourself at home, throw yourself where things, 
ain't gonna go on
it's not up to me if you don't even have a need,
you punk, It's not your melody
made of two thousand steps clicks.
it's not up to me if you don't even feel a thrill,
you punk, your useless meanings
they are gonna drive you back, you're gonna
throw yourself at home, throw yourself where things ain't 
gonna go on
and on and on and on,
you punk, you're gonna rise above all the days you spent 
alone.