(Verse)
The rhythms of life - is the sick I've painted
A hurricane strike is a fake wide ceiling
The fictional type of
Forever we chase, this is why we are living
For every place, while I'm edge, you are beginning
The passage of time
But don't waste your life in dreams
Finding ways to stand, to deserve
A few edgy pioneers who hope to change while we're young
A fascination is our wrath

(Chorus)
When your generation is lost in the crowd 
And we waste our time counting life down
And we force and attack and wound up back
When hope is gone
I'm the harshest, but I carry on

(Verse)
He said the artist you could be is by the fake and retired shape
Missed, I got the impaled desire inside
With infinite life, when it's catches you winning
With infinite life, everything is reasoning
The passage of time
But don't waste your life in dreams
Finding ways to stand, to deserve
A few edgy pioneers who hope to change while we're young
A fascination is our wrath

(Chorus)
When your generation is lost in the crowd 
And we waste our time counting life down
And we force and attack and wound up back
When hope is gone
I'm the harshest, but I carry on