Your hair fell so gracefully in front of your eyes so you couldn't see,
Couldn't watch me watching the way the lines on the road began to bleed
Couldn't see the irony when you spelled my name wrong across your sheet
Recruiting me to your army of little lies and make believe
And the like and the such, kind of, sort of seemingly deceiving
Meaningless miniscule irrelevancy

Sing it loud, my kids in the high school crowd
Because the louder you get the farther I'm gone

And you, you little boy, hold your head under the cold water tap
Drown out your thoughts clouded with mindless this and that
Wash away "anarchy" and "individuality" and you're fading to the back
To the back of the line and now you're lost in your elaborate
Childish narcissistic decadence

Sing it loud, my kids in the high school crowd
Because the louder you get the farther I'm gone

So you've got our attention, their attention, one and all
All for one and none for all, you'll gain little before you fall
Before the assembly your arms are stretched high, shadow so tall
Before the door you've captivated them, you've got them embalmed
Wrapped in your arms "lovingly" you sweet leader, you, in all your
Maliciously malevolent gall

Sing it loud, my kids in the high school crowd
Because the louder you get the farther I'm gone

Lonely little teenage girl singing softly on the sidelines
Doesn't see the way he's watching after her and in time
Doesn't feel the vibe from across the room from the heavy bass line
In the pit of her stomach brims, ebbing out, pathetic vicious fire
And all that will draft you to the front line, stand back or get behind your
Eager adamant defiance

Scream it loud, child in my school crowd
Because the higher you get the more I'll know I'm done