| Hollowed out, we’ve watched months erase the memories of years |
| It’s not tradition, not meaningless ideals |
| It’s a fire thats draws us near |
| So come close, let your eyes meet mine |
| Try hard to deny this burning inside |
| Grab hold to status quo to justify |
| Keep telling yourself there’s nothing more to life |
| There’s so much more than killing |
| Than preying on insecurity |
| Than getting what you want no matter whose at cost |
| Wake up, realize your virtue is dead |
| Your life conviction for vanity |
| But we’ll take this stage, never forgetting the days |
| When heart meant everything |
| We will take the stage, holding onto the days |
| When heart meant everything |
| This time is soon to end |
| And all your clothes and cliques will go with it |
| When the dust clears we’ll see that love still stands |
| The love that has no shame, no fronts, no fruitless games |
| The love that lays life down for a friend |
| Your time is up |