Dead By Dawn

How much abuse are we going to take? It is like a verbal kick to the face Will we ever really fit into this place? That would really be such a disgrace We'll take our chances we're still holding on A little bit damaged but we're still going strong So sorry things aren't always nice and sweet more like a fuck in a back seat We are the rain and sleet come to ruin your parade and we won't ever fall in line with all of your charades Pretty like pictures smelling like roses How can we prove our point surrounded by posers Tell someone who gives a shit I don't want to hear any more of it It's all the same, it's all a game where everything seems to stay the same sick of living by the rules they only serve you to help stay cool Like passing strangers in the night As you leave would you please turn out the light?