What anger was built up inside?

What motivated him?

Who gave him the right to decide?

Late at night in the silence

To take our sleep in his own hands

Steal our dreams and destroy our chances

Of being great and being awake



Try and shut it out

Pretend that you're not there

When will the fun end for them?

As soon as it starts for us

Tomorrow will never come again

I'm not ready, it's all your fault



We've got better things to do

I'd like to think that you do to

We've got better things to do

And now I'm sick of standing



Out in the cold

When I shouldn't be anywhere

Why does this always happen?

I guess I shouldn't care

It's not a test but it's not for real