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Tell me that I am not just wasting my time sitting in this room alone Tell me that 1000 men with 1000 torches could not take what is in our hearts Tell me this is still for the kids, by the kids, about the fucking kids Tell me that we have not become just as cheap as everyone else Tell me that loud guitars backed by loud ideals is still what we're all about Tell me that beauty is more than who you are on the outside Tell me that a word like "unity" is not just ink spilled on the page Tell me that there is so much more, so much worth screaming our heads of for It's your turn...I wanna hear it It's your turn...You gotta yell it Before I throw my arms up and walk right out that door Cause to tell you the truth I am not all that sure How much longer my voice can hold out Tell me that this is still for the kids, by the kids, about the fucking kids Tell me that we have no become just as broken as everything else It's your turn...I'm on my fucking knee's From Letras Mania