Youth gets wasted on the young
But the young get wasted when we bite their tongue
And it goes on
Want is the cancer of what lies ahead
But it rots like regret when the moment's dead
And it goes on
Luxury is a man without a voice
Cause he lives without a fight instead of dying with no choice
And it goes on
Don't stop don't stop you said it now
Don't stop don't stop regret it now
Don't stop don't stop I wish we would
Don't stop don't stop you said it now
Don't stop don't stop regret it now
Don't stop don't stop I wish we could
Easy come and easy go
But we quick forget what we quick know
And it goes on
Build quick cities with ba*tard kiddies
Fed with fire from Satan's titties
Yeah I know it goes on
Dreamers die to put suits on
For jobs remain when dreams are gone
And it goes on