Going up against the world
Might not seem so unfair, when you're 16 years old
Revolutionary mindset flows
Utopia always seems a little bit too close
Geographically handicapped
To a tropical booby-trap
On a train a little too fast, yeah
The only way in is an all-in bet

Our future's as a gargoyle
Wearing a fly's scheming hands
Static at first glance
About to take its chance

Living off crumbs of bread
Alas, never enough for them rats
At last, maybe they'll be put place
My bad, they just keep getting back
But they will stop keeping up
Someday, sometime
Until then, just go on with this play
It ain't like they'll get our bite

Carry on, brother, a bit of patience please
It's the last thing up our sleeve
'Cause like gravity on our feet
Some just can't turn their back on a dream

Stone-cold, fright fueled
Takes flight, breaks loose

Its shadow engulfs us
Sudden, from dawn, dusk
Our melanchoholic circus
Reduced to dust

And we rust

Such is the rise and fall of the small
That if they rise at all