simply because you can breathe,doesnt mean your alive,or that you really live this life here has taken its toll and she just doesnt know, how much more she can give... but here,at the top of the world,i raise my hands and i clench my fists they stand before me below demanding the answers with flips of a switch i dont understnad where you got this idea so deeply engrained in your head that this world is something that you must impress because i couldnt care less a need for revolutions rising,it comes to the surface,gasping for air were not putting up with this planet one more day much less one more year i dont understand where you got this idea so deeply engrained in your head that this world is something you must impress because i couldnt care less so here and now in our rotting nation the blood it pours its all on our hands now we live in fear of our own potential to win to lose its on all our hands now i have an Amerikan dream,but it involves black masks and gasoline one day ill turn these thoughts into screams on a world that turned its back down on me i dont understand where you got this idea so deeply engrained in your head that this worlds something you must impress because i couldnt care less ...rise against...