In the face of change Is when she turned to me and said "I'm not sure anymore?? And there amidst the waves And the cloudless skies That blanket the year before I watch my life wash ashore Have you ever been a part of something That you thought would

Sticker this, censor this, ban this We've got something to say Police this, condemn this, damn this We'll be heard anyway Middle finger is the flag that I wave when I'm silenced... Listen here... Is it a possibility? That we're all just equal, Slam the

These are the tales of tomorrow It's turning our world 'round, it's upside down Riding the wave of this energy This here, this is our story This here's the journey of our lives We won't stop, this is our moment Get back our hopes because we're dreaming

Hear the angels sing I can hear your voice, I can't hear your voice But that's okay 'Cause I can feel you in my heart I'll be sure to write your name in the sun Where the waves can't wash it away There is beauty in tragedy The heart won't stop beating,

'Cause it's alright, alright to see a ghost I'm gonna run to the river, kiss my hand and wave 'Cause they're gonna be cool, happy, genius heroes And I wanna see 'em go down in the river where they go I'm gonna miss 'em so much I'm gonna miss them so much

There’s nothing left to say, and so goodnight I’m empty like the day after Christmas Swept beneath the wave of your goodbye You left me on the day after Christmas Sad, how far you ran, I’ll search this land Up through the clouds then back here We could

Captain Nemo said, "okay" (five, four, three, two, one) Then I raised my hand and waved Captain Nemo went away (Love me when I'm gone) Under the surface so crystal clear Everyone was really tense Waiting down there He had his own world just like I had

Drip too hard, don’t stand too close You gon' fuck around and drown off this wave Doing all these shows, I’ve been on the road I don't care where I go, long as I get paid Bad lil' vibe, she been on my mind Soon as I get back, she gettin' slayed Every

What have we become? A farewell to arms I'll wave this flag of white So the avenged see the light We'll pay for closed eyes Before genocide Can you hear the cries? Nowhere the children run to hide Crimson rivers flow down hills, atone our ills

I met a boy called Frank Mills On September twelfth right here In front of the Waverly But unfortunately I lost his address He was last seen with his friend, a drummer He resembles George Harrison of The Beatles But he wears his hair tied in a small bow