Hoods up

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 f***ing kids
Tell me that we have no become just as broken as everything else