What are you trying to prove
When everyone else has moved on?

There's nothing left for you to say
You act like it's back but it's gone
Just like your purpose
Your ethics and your following

Metaphors for the sake of metaphors

We wear lots of black and we're oh so charming
But we haven't said anything

Where's the meaning?
Where's the ideals that permeated our youth?
I guess that growing up means giving up to you

Destroy this charade
What do you get from saying the same thing
Over and over?
Carry on
No one's listening

I'm not listening