I am a writer for the sins of misspent youth
I take no pleasure from the stories I've told
Well I put pen to page turn memories to legends
There's nothing I could do to change the way they end
My voice is a weapon if I just learn how to shout
Take aim and open fire and let me know how that turns out
We are only dreamers with insomnia
We are children raised on fairytales
We saw heroes of another time
Now we are going our own way
While all around cities crumble to dust
We dance alone among the ashes of old songs
Build on broken bones and fill us up with acid
We'll start again tomorrow the same as yesterday
My voice is a weapon if I just learn how to shout
Take aim and open fire and let me know how that turns out
We are only dreamers with insomnia
We are children raised on fairytales
We saw heroes of another time
Now we are going our own way
So take a chance while we still have our open minds
To see the writing on the wall and read the signs
If poison in my pen is all you want to hear
It's all that I can do to make you disappear
My voice is a weapon if I just learn how to shout
Take aim and open fire and let me know how that turns out
We are only dreamers with insomnia
We are children raised on fairytales
We saw heroes of another time
Now we are going our own way