Push come to mind. You like to shove. We are the kids you've been dreaming of. Take your pick
Track Name: VI
Wood for the furnace, once was alive. Temporary fuel for life.
(These naked hands calloused from working the land.)
I thank you for these.
Track Name: VII
You saved me from this hatred inside me. I won't let go. You may survive but you have to do it their way. Your life, your individuality is nothing to them. You're just a flea on the wall. Who's to say, you're to blame. Guilty conscious lives inside.