Lyrics
Sick of being stepped on for the things we choose,
We give and take but now we've supported all we could.
King of punk rock, where is your protest now?
The more you say, the less I listen you and
I can't take us back to something
Nothings new, now, we could never... never smile anymore.
War's not over, I've just found the flag
Where is your next remark?
Our reason was trying to bleed our ego.
Our reason was trying to bleed your ego.
But we can't resist now.
Everything is said.
Everything is done.