Decadance

We were broken from the start

Ill made molds from our beginning

Bits and pieces of fears and failures

Make our chemical make-up

We will not bow

We are broken, not defeated

We will not follows you plans

We will make our own designs

Will not be who you want us to be

Make our own choices

Walk our own paths

Brake the pattern and remake the mold

Can't save us now

Can't help us now

Broken people in this messed up world

Made this way from the beginning