Well this is nothing you haven't heard before   Just a boy playing stupid chords   There's life outside these walls    Lets burn and break these stalls      Well a friend said to me the other day,   "Im tired of knowledge invading me,   I want truth that I can see,   I want truth inside of me."      We're all writing things on paper see    I got an ink stain on my coat sleeve   I just wanna go to sleep   And awake to find beauty      Its ok if you love the rain,   Cuz I do too babe.   The way it feels when it hits the roof   Well thats me too babe      And we have walked the road of pleasure   And we've blown the scars it gave   We've stared our demons in the eyes   And we just kissed their face.      Cuz we're at war, we're at war   And its been this way before   We're at war, we're at war.      And you tell me how you feel   If you have a clue about how you feel    Oh we've seen days turn black   Cuz our dads aren't comin' back      And how I wish that I could cry   Cuz I'd cry and cry and cry and cry   But I'll just live the lie   And won't look my friends in the eye.      And how I wish that I could feel   I'm so afraid of what it might reveal.   Is my heart really new?   Does yours feel broken too?      Its not ok if you love your pain.   Cuz I've been down in that cave,   I've heard voices in my brain      Still, I pick you up to fall down with sin,   I've done it a hundred times before   I'll do it a hundred times again.      And if we'd open up our eyes of meritocracy   We'd see the battle swell   All of us to our knees      Cuz we're at war, we're at war    And its been this way before   We're at war, we're at war      Well I think its time then   Let me see you plans   Yeah, let me see those plans      That looks good to me friend   Lets be out of here by ten   I wanna be outta her by ten      And we'll drive to the airpot   Even though the darkness is coming in   And please hold my hand    I can't go if you're not in      Thank the Lord, Thank the Lord   We're not who we were before   Thank the Lord, Thank the Lord      Thank the Lord, Thank the Lord   We're not who we were before   Thank the Lord, Thank the Lord      And we pull up to your favorite bar   See that boy inside beating his dumb guitar   And we try to tell ourselves   That our lives not a living hell