First, they build you up
Then they tear you down
With a smile
Educated then indoctrinated
Decimated, confused and battered
You need to hit the ground running
With both feet on the ground
Confused and battered by your
Circumstance
They tear you into pieces
Tear you into pieces
But you have a choice
So just rejoice
Just throw the middle finger
Never let it linger
If you write me off too fast
You'll find
I've still got plenty of fight
If you knock me to my knees
You'll find
I've still got plenty of fight