Tough at the top
tough at the bottom
Hard to survive
In a world of destruction
Tough when you're young
Beating a system for justice
Open your eyes
It's pure devastation it is this
Once I had a dream
we were young and once invincible
Once I had a dream
love from all cares
Once I had a dream
I was strong and took no arrogance
Once I had a dream
I just wish I could move you somewhere

Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and souls deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better than thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die

Do What Thou Wilt