and if its cold in the middle of the night, you can trust me to burn the building down.
if the walls are too tall and the secrets too thick. if you cant breathe past the black souls twisted around ash-lungs then follow me. trust me to start a riot. because we are more than they can handle, because we are smoldering indecently, we are young and heroic and flawed and angry. because we are bleeding hands tearing down doors, we are throwing fists against impassive chests.
we are feeling too much while they arent feeling enough.
and you better believe me: were going to revolt.
and if they try to stop us, we will hurdle their pathetic attempts at blockades. if they try to put us in a box, well stick dynamite in their teeth and blow off the fucking roof. because we are unstoppable, untameable, uncontrollable. we are wildfires and tsunamis and twisters ripping through small town america.
we are clawing down cliff walls and demolishing forests. we are the revolution, we are the uprising. we are punching fists in the air and throwing rebel yells over the airwaves. we are everything, we are hate and love and pride and we know at the end of the day that we are right.
and we know when they close their eyes at night that they fear us for our hearts.
they fear us because they cannot understand us. they fear us because they cannot predict us.
they hate us because they cannot be us.