The Kids Are All Rebels 2.0

A generation of Rebels with too many causes There's smoke in the air and We're all getting nauseous If melanin colour's worth killing a goddess We'll take to the streets and you'll see who the boss is Sitting so high in your ivory tower 6000 die every 24 hours Feeling kinda helpless While they fuck us Then they tell us That we're dangerous say we're extreme? Babe we don't even eat meat Keep talking back Oh you think you're so hard Blood on your hands Oh you Took it too far House made of glass and you laugh at the pebbles The kids are all rebels Saw you dance with the devil Blood on your hands Blood on your hands Blood on your hands Blood on your hands Blood on your hands Blood on your hands The kids are all rebels Saw you dance with the devil Say that we're young, dumb and being too aggressive Well Talk is cheap Making moves is expensive Breaking your rules baby we're Making history Listen to her cause I'm so sick of his story Sitting up there getting high off a power trip Buy your fake friends and fake love bitch it's counterfeit Feeling kinda helpless While they fuck us Then they tell us That we're the ones causing a scene Maybe that's just what we need Keep talking back Oh you think you're so hard Blood on your hands Oh you Took it too far House made of glass and you laugh at the pebbles The kids are all rebels Saw you dance with the devil Blood on your hands Blood on your hands Blood on your hands Blood on your hands Blood on your hands Blood on your hands The kids are all rebels Saw you dance with the devil Keep talking back Blood on your hands House made of glass and you laugh at the pebbles The kids are all rebels Saw you dance with the devil