Wake up kids we got the dreamers disease.
Age 15 they got us down on our knees.
Sound polite, we're too busy still sayin' please.
Friends, when you're down, stab you in your back.
Same damn thing, it's just a different day.
Phone stolen, we smash their Mercedes-Benz.
First we run; and then we laugh till we cry.
Then we find, they're tears not born of mirth.
But when the night is falling and you cannot find the light.
You feel your dreams are dying.
Hold on tight, it's gonna be a bumpy ride.