Rise Against - Black Masks and Gasoline lyrics
[Rise Against - Black Masks and Gasoline lyrics]
Simply because you can breathe
Doesn't mean you're alive
Or that you really live
This life has taken it's toll
She just doesn't know
How much more she can give
But here at the top of the world
Where I raise my hands, and I clench my fists
And they stand before me, below
Demanding the answers with flips of a switch
I don't understand where you got this idea
So deeply ingrained in your head
(That this world is) something
That you must impress
'Cause, I couldn't care less
A need for revolution rising
It comes to the surface, gasping for air
And we're not putting up with this planet
One more day, much less one more year
I don't understand where you got this idea
So deeply ingrained in your head
(That this world is) something
That you must impress
'Cause, I couldn't care less
So here, and now, in our rotting nation
The blood, it pours
It's all on our hands now
We live, in fear, of our own potential
To win, to lose, it's all on our hands now
And I have an American Dream
But it involves black masks and gasoline
One day I'll turn these thoughts into screams
At a world that turned it's back down on me
I don't understand where you got this idea
So deeply ingrained in your head
(That this world is) something
That you must impress
'Cause, I couldn't care less
Doesn't mean you're alive
Or that you really live
This life has taken it's toll
She just doesn't know
How much more she can give
But here at the top of the world
Where I raise my hands, and I clench my fists
And they stand before me, below
Demanding the answers with flips of a switch
I don't understand where you got this idea
So deeply ingrained in your head
(That this world is) something
That you must impress
'Cause, I couldn't care less
A need for revolution rising
It comes to the surface, gasping for air
And we're not putting up with this planet
One more day, much less one more year
I don't understand where you got this idea
So deeply ingrained in your head
(That this world is) something
That you must impress
'Cause, I couldn't care less
So here, and now, in our rotting nation
The blood, it pours
It's all on our hands now
We live, in fear, of our own potential
To win, to lose, it's all on our hands now
And I have an American Dream
But it involves black masks and gasoline
One day I'll turn these thoughts into screams
At a world that turned it's back down on me
I don't understand where you got this idea
So deeply ingrained in your head
(That this world is) something
That you must impress
'Cause, I couldn't care less