Yeah, we're a burden.nNo, no we don't try real hard.nWe just get by strumming our hearts,nAll by ourselves.nYeah, we don't see a purpose.nTo the fights you sell.nCause you're just seeking cheap shots in sweet spots,nI keep my hands to myself.nnSome say it’s just a phase,nBut it’s a life style for me.nnBut this city needs a switchnAn infinite glownSleepless the bodies’ fuelnThe tired eyed and this possessed apartment bound.nAnd I’m waitingnFor this light to fade in tonenFor this concrete neon citynTo give me the key to change the world.nnAnd well see soon enoughnAs our wide eyes sing our luck.nnNow I’m permanently sicknAn uncommon coldnBreeding it multiplies, dividesnAdditives all aroundnSo thank you thank younMaybe we’ll be friends next yearnMaybe we’ll make a terrible mistakennMaybe we’ll change the worldnnAnd we’ll see soon enoughnSo thank you and your lovennThe Rest Is HistorynHistorynYeah!