Lyric

2 AM—under the convenience store’s cold blue light

I looked so hollow, a ghost in the middle of the night

Trying not to be swallowed by that monster they call "Normal"

A nameless beast, so cold and so formal

I breathed in deep, just to keep my soul alive

I don’t need a future written in a textbook's page

Kicking away tomorrow with my shoes in a muddy rage

Even if my heart rate hits the limit and starts to cry

I won’t stop, I don’t want to stop—I’m gonna fly!

Scream it out! It’s okay if we look a little uncool

Running through the night, living by my own set of rules

There’s no "right answer" lying around on the street

Grab the light with trembling hands, don’t accept defeat

Our panorama—forever unfinished and raw!

I’ve got no time to listen to the words they try to sell

These scraped-up scars are my resume, and they tell it well

Stop waiting for "someday"—burn up the "now" instead

Breaking this frozen world with the heat inside my head!

Lost and wandering, falling down, then standing up again

That cycle is exactly what makes me who I am

Let’s go! Beyond the edge!

Scream it out! It’s okay if we look a little uncool

Running through the night, living by my own set of rules

There’s no "right answer" lying around on the street

Grab the light with trembling hands, don’t accept defeat

Our panorama—forever unfinished and raw!

(Wow wow...)