OOHHHHHHHHHOhhOHH, As slowly as we're dying,nI'm gonna make a fucking racket.nI'll see the clocks crash from the walls,nBefore I watch their hands tick slowly backwards.nWhen we keep quiet, it keeps us up at night,nWhen we don't scream we feel fucking paralyzed,nIt ebbs and swells and we're trying like hell,nJust to let it oooooooooooooooout!nnSo when tonight I skate and fall,nThen the asphalt will mean that much more to me.nI'll let my skin scraped up and bleeding,nConsecrate a pact with the fucking concrete,nThough the concrete's harder, we push through all of it,nWe see this world but we feel so far from it,nAnd with our hands, find we can take back a small part of it.nnA part of it... oooh oooh oooh a part of it...nAnd then a thousand fucking saintsnWill try to tell you what your life's like,nAnd everyone's an expert right? Uh huh.nnWe keep our heads up and tread,nThrough this mess of a mess of a world that we live in...nWhen you wear your politics like its the gospel to your holy religion,nYou make a decision, tell me what do you do? Ah tell me.nOK Smartypants, what do you do when you get bored?nWhat do you do with your boredom?