Theres a girl in a swing crying, a boy in the back yard dying.

They want to fill desires with regret
So let them fill their glasses to the rim
They'll make a toast to the maiden of the hour
And drink her morals down
Swallow her silence without hesitation
Break the code of true meaninglessness
And find a new faith for her to believe in
She'll be whoring herself again
For the taste of cigarettes
Give her 10 bucks
She'll know what to do with it.

Were just walking down the hallways
Trying to find something, anything
Somebody, anybody
Its all to simply pass the time.
We find that trouble is our only try
Faith in children is demolished
With no remaining clothe to tie the wounds
All we need is a release
So we use god's creation
In moments we know are forbidden
Were just kids who don’t really care
We all wanna feel something
Even if it takes pain to get us there.