I'M SEARCHING FOR THE RHYTHM, FOR THE REASON WHY I'M 
STILL THROWING DOWN. LET'S GO. LET'S TAKE IT BACK IN 
TIME, THE DAYS OF YOUTH WE SEARCHED INSIDE. FOR IDENTITY 
WE FOUND HUMILITY. OUR INSANITY GAVE US SOME REALITY. BUT 
NOW WHERE DO WE STAND? BETWEEN AWKWARD AND CARELESS HANDS 
THAT ARE TRYING TO CLOSE THE DOOR ON WHAT WAS SO PURE. 
YOU'RE NOT LISTENING ANYMORE... YOU'RE NOT REACHING OUT 
ANYMORE... YOU'RE NOT LISTENING ANYMORE... BUT SOMEHOW 
I'M STILL HERE. I'M PUSHING ON TO THE RHYTHM. YOUR TIME 
IS RUNNING OUT SON YOU GOTTA FIND YOURSELF... IS THIS A 
SIGN OF TIMES? COMPLACENT YOUTH THAT LOOK SO BLIND. WITH 
YOUR MENTALITY, THE DETRIMENT IS STIFLING. YOUR IDENTITY 
I CAN'T EVEN STAND TO SEE. SO THIS IS WHERE I STAND. 
AMONG THE LEMMINGS I'LL JUST HOLD BACK. WITHOUT SHAME 
I'LL JUST MOVE ON WHEN THEY'RE GONE.