She was a nice young man
Born with a sense of flying
She was a bright young man
Promethean son of the morning
Belive what she tell 'em
Don't appreciate that kinda talk 'round here
If there is no hell, no heaven
The hell am I to do with all my fear
You are the sun
You are the earth
You are as one
With the universe
That's not enough
You want control
And in one childish act
You destroy it all
I don't like the way that you're lookin' at me!
That dead eyed stare look so passively
You better get comfortable livin' on your knees
'Cause you and I will always see differently
She was a prophet
She saw another world
She gave her last breath screamin' begging me to let go
I couldn't take it
I did not understand at all
And in one act so completely childish
A wasted life of teenage violence
(Teenage violence)
(Teenage violence)
(Teenage violence)
(Teenage violence)
Why do you cut a girl down when she speaks the truth?
(Lord don't let me die a martyr)
Why do you cut a girl down when she speaks the truth?
(Lord don't let me die a martyr)
Why do you cut a girl down when she speaks the truth?
(Lord don't let me die a martyr)
Why do you cut a girl down when she speaks the truth?
(Lord don't let me die a martyr)
She was a prophet
She saw another world
She gave her last breath screamin' begging me to let go
I couldn't take it
I did not understand at all
And in one act so completely childish
A wasted life of teenage violence
(Teenage violence)
(Teenage violence)
(Teenage violence)
(Teenage violence)
(Teenage violence)
(Teenage violence)
(Teenage violence)
(Teenage violence)