In the end time
To end all end times
Still can't keep everyone down
Some hijackers
Will prove the shackles
Are wasted on the young
So courageous
It's highly contagious
Who could leave them unsung

If they're too vatic for your taste
Or just too radical
I don't mean maybe
You fear the wrong thing baby

You may be purging
But always re-emerging
These weeds will soon stain the burned ground
Without trying
They keep multiplying
How I long for that sound

If they're too vatic for your taste
Or just too dramatic
No I don't mean maybe
You fear the wrong thing baby
You fear the wrong thing baby

How come
You're so hung up on looking strong
Nowadays
Yeah you're so far gone
You need to redefine that song