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