The Rebel Song

You told me nothing really needs a point or purpose
You told me it's just a noise there's no way it can hurt us
But where's the artistry in the void
Where's the artistry in the noise
I see nothing

I told you he was fake and now it's time to pay the price
No longer hating
Turned to degrading
Nobody here wants to say things the way they are
He sings of endings
No new beginnings

Now I suppose I have no right to tell you how to live
To tell you all about how you should laugh and love and exist
But no one here will say too much
About the problems we won't touch
Will they?

Is it just me or have all the rebels
Skipped town?
People won't question
The new direction
Just keep on talking about how it makes you feel so pumped
I couldn't care less
About your new necklace

You can
Make a noise
We all have a choice

Stop whining
Be energizing
Stop dying
Live for something

No more crying
No more bragging
Start trying
Rebel for us