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