Strike Out

I mean come on,
Does this mean nothing to you?
It means so much to me.
This is a weighted scale,
And now it's tipped my way.
This movement gives us reasons.
This music gives us voice.
This music gives us power.
Gives us the fuckin' choice.

I knew you never fucking cared.
This time, sets us apart.
And every breath you've taken,
And never given back.
And every word you've swallowed,
For every kid stabbnd in the back.

You might be here today.
But this is my life's choice.
We'll still be here next year.
We'll still be here next year.
I knew you never fucking cared.
This time, sets us apart.
Make or break!