Resistance is my weapon against the outisde world. Refusal is my cure and it lets me take control. To argue me is futile, because my convictions run so long. My decisions are my own, but my friendships are keeping me strong. We're nailed tight to the "X". Some have tried and failed, but I guess, they never had the edge. Others forgot that the truth's in their heart, and not in their head. We never want to grow old, so we take our hardcore stance. You want my I.D.? It's on my f**ing hands. You won't drag me down, don't even try. We're nailed tight to the "X". You won't drag me down