Pretty Sick of It

I don't care what I'm supposed to say We want it all and we want it today They want you to be nervous, they want you afraid They want you to be shallow and they want you to behave It's getting really damn old to me Everybody tells you who you're supposed to be But I'll rip my heart out if you'll follow me I'll make it look fun, I know they can see We're pretty sick of it We're pretty sick of it We're pretty sick of it all Of it all, of it all We're pretty sick of it We're pretty sick of it We're pretty sick of it all Of it all The curse of a generation self aware They tell you not to think and they tell you not to care They want you to scroll, and they want you to stare They want us divided, they want us divided We're pretty sick of it We're pretty sick of it We're pretty sick of it all Of it all, of it all We're pretty sick of it We're pretty sick of it We're pretty sick of it all Of it all, of it all We're too young to die, we're too young to die We're too young to die, we're too young to die We're too young to die, we're too young to die We're too young to die, we're too young to die We're pretty sick of it We're pretty sick of it We're pretty sick of it all Of it all, of it all We're pretty sick of it We're pretty sick of it We're pretty sick of it all Of it all, of it all We're pretty sick of it We're pretty sick of it We're pretty sick of it We're pretty sick of it all Of it all, of it all