We are color, action, and insanity,
Composed of strength, vigor, and joy.
Our nights are long and we like it that way,
We sleep when we are tired but we are never tired.
Hurt us, hurt us again –
Pain is only a state of mind,
Which we will not waste time trying to comprehend,
It’s tattooed onto our skins.
We will not grow old,
We will not lose hope.
We look at those who have with disgruntled expressions,
We make sure they see our scowls,
So they know how different we are.
We are the generation that will never die,
Isn’t that what they all thought?