Yeah, we're a burden.    No, no we don't try real hard.    We just get by strumming our hearts,    All by ourselves.    Yeah, we don't see a purpose.    To the fights you sell.    Cause you're just seeking cheap shots in sweet spots,   I keep my hands to myself.      Some say it’s just a phase,   And time wont change a thing.       But this city needs a switch   An infinite glow   Sleepless the bodies’ fuel   The tired eyed and this possessed apartment bound.   And I’m waiting   For this light to fade in tone   For this concrete neon city   To give me the key to change the world.      And well see soon enough   As our wide eyes sing our luck.      The Rest Is History…